I have neetobonatilia. Im terminal. Ive accepted it.
I hate fat scene girls.....
Im the product of a vast society of perfectionists. My life mirrors that of a blank novel, full of invisible images, grammatical flaws, unlimited typos ,and huge margin breaks that lead to nothing. Youll never read it, let alone understand it. Im as complex as a Rubix cube, and as simple as a paint by numbers. Ive been misguided yet somehow molded by the critics and their supposed "help" and "direction".I dont need a weather vane to know which way the wind blows. I base my life decisions on my past actions and mistakes. It got me this far. My only drive left is the constant reminder of my losses, my gains, my heartbreaks, my humiliation, my mistakes, and my eventual retribution. Im not the boy next door. Im your well written nightmare. The poster child of the revolution you know nothing of. Established and well rooted with more to come.
I hope your head swallows a lead bullet.