Me? I'm just your average little bitch out to raise hell. Especially for one special person out there.
People don't like me, and I don't like people. I suppose I'm not a very likable person. I don't really care. The few people who I actually accept into my life better not be easily startled. I'm not nice. At all. I'm bad-mannered, foul mouthed and obnoxious. I smoke, I drink, I take what I can get my hands on, I screw whoever I want, whenever I want and I beat the shit out of people I can't stand. If you like getting beaten, ignored, cursed at and insulted, feel free to approach me.
I have no parents. My mom's dead because my dad killed her. My dad's dead because he killed himself. I'm pretty fucked up, yeah.
After a few years in institutions, foster homes and therapy, things tend to lose direction.
I guess you could call me a psychopath. Or a sociopath. Whichever makes you feel better saying. Not that I care.
That's all you need to know. I am not what I seem. I am what I want you to see me as. Make sense? No? Fuck off. Seriously. Fuck off.
