KimKim090

I have problems. Serious problems. Stand the fuck back if you don’t want me to freak the fuck out. Don’t make me pissed or Jesus Piss will send the power of a thousand suns upon you. Yeah, I’m fucked up. Deal with it, alright? Can you not understand that I’m different than you? The fact that people are homophobic pisses me off and besides that, I’m an FTM transgender so I’m homo-like too. If you’re homophobic don’t even look down at my feet, just turn the fuck around and go enjoy your messed up life. I’m a writer which means I have a fucked up imagination with monsters roaming around my soul. I feel frozen inside, unless my love is near by. She warms me up like a fire in the middle of a moon lit night. I have troubles with love if you couldn’t tell. I’m one fucked up writer with the imagination of Hell spawn and a soul of an ice cold badger.

If you’re in love, don’t go ranting about it, alright? I don’t want to know where the fuck you’ve been or what the fuck you did. Just shut up and calm down. You’re in love, great, but does that mean you have to go raving about it in front of my face? I don’t give a fuck about your love. I worry about mine and there’s no reason I should have to be happy towards yours.

I wear a purple mask and I’ve killed so many people. I can’t go back to Sickbay. This is my life now. I have to face it. My eyes glow bright blue as the mask I once wore was torn off. The scars around my mouth are showing, disgusting people around me. But do I care? No. I don’t give a fuck and my feelings are about to be heard.

It’s on mother fucker.