hello, my name's connor and i'm eighteen years old.
i'm a simple guy, with honest intentions;
but that doesn't always mean i'm going to be easy going and do everything to your standards.
i've recently realized what i need in my life to be content, and i'm starting to get a grip on what i want with myself.
i'm a narcissist, a perfectionist, and a human.
i'm unusal, timid, and empathetic.
think what you want, i can't change your opinions.
i'm not running anymore.
we're bleeding from our hands.
every breath that I take, reminds me of you.
and it drives me insane.
all we are, are the odd ones...
