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Hello, I'm Mark. I don't like most people in general. I go to Legacy High School. From what you've already heard of me, I'm an asshole. If you see me around, I look like I'm pissed off. I have a short temper. I'm pessimistic, but slowly trying to get a little more optimistic. I'm surprisingly shy in person. If you're nice to me, I'll be nice to you. I flirt a little, but not so much anymore. I don't have a whole lot of friends, I like having just a few close friends, and I'd prefer staying at home with someone I truly care about then going out to party. I don't smoke or drink, not because I'm scared, asshole. I just chose to not to. I have a really good heart, but using it is optional.
I've been pretty sick at drawing since I was like 8, I love to draw different things and whatever interest me, I'm pretty good at what I draw. One of my other hobbies is playing a lot of video games, I love Nintendo/Wii. So I play a lot of Zelda, Mario, and Super Smash Bros. Brawl/Melee.
I'll most likely hate your music, because I won't really care to give it a chance, not because I'm not open-minded, but because I can comfortably say I know exactly what kind of music I do like and which kinds I don't like. My favorite types are pretty much Brit Pop and Indie. I have a craving for industrial now and than. I was raised on 80's Pop and oldies.But I also enjoy music in all it's shapes and forms of New Wave and Dark Wave Sub-culture.
I talk with the best grammar I can, "$o fck off if u tlk lik dis!" I have a cell phone, Verizon. I text so ask for my number. I use Yahoo Instant Messenger.
In a river the colour of lead
Immerse the baby's head
Wrap her up in the News Of The World
Dump her on a doorstep, girl
This night has opened my eyes
And I will never sleep again
You kicked and cried like a bullied child
A grown man of twenty-five
Oh, he said he'd cure your ills
But he didn't and he never will
Oh, save your life
Because you've only got one
The dream has gone
But the baby is real
Oh, you did a good thing
She could have been a poet
Or, she could have been a fool
Oh, you did a bad thing
And I'm not happy
And I'm not sad
A shoeless child on a swing
Reminds you of your own again
She took away your troubles
Oh, but then again
She left pain
So, please save your life
Because you've only got one
The dream has gone
But the baby is real
Oh, you did a good thing
She could have been a poet
Or, she could have been a fool
Oh, you did a bad thing
And I'm not happy
And I'm not sad
Oh...
And I'm not happy
And I'm not sad
Oh...
And I'm not happy
And I'm not sad