THiiS FLiiMSY PiiECE OF PAPER HOLDS ALL MY SECRETS:
CALL ME THiiS: Dayith Amras SynKael Morette
ii MiiGHT REPLY TO THiiS: Day, Amii, Raz
ii HATE CANDLES: Twenty-Two
DAY OF BiiRTH: November Seventeenth.
ARE YOU MY STALKER?: [HIDE] [THAT] [CAMERA][!]
ii'M SURE THiiS iiS THE RiiGHT HOLE: f*****t
YES ii'M SiiCK: I'm going to hell, because yes I am a Hypocryte. Yes I do preted like the homeless who beg for change aren't real. Yes I tell women when they are fat and shouldnt wear a certain type of clothing. God, yes I beat the s**t out of people if they touch me. And finally because I know you all are dying to know - I am very angry. I probably even need anger management, not that I would go anyway. And most ask how I, this lovely looking man, could be so mean and hypocritical.
Well I'm not just that, I'm very witty and funny when around the right people, which consists of three of them, who will not be named. I'm surely a brilliant fellow, but besides that I am still very nasty and harsh. My words fly out of my mouth like hell bats out of a dark and dreary cave. If I had to relate myself to a villian - you'd have to call me Cruella Devil. If thats how you even spell that old bitches name. And to top it all off, I'm not like that all the time! I may say I love the way I am in front of everyone, but s**t I'm actually quite shy and self kept in my own mind. I dont even like going outside!
But that is all well and besides the point, what I'm really trying to get at, is that if you once see me sitting on a park bench with my head phones on and my head tilted up so I can look at the sky, thats me. Yup the good real old me. I like to lounge about and take my time to do things, but I'm not lazy. Perhaps you could call me laid back, but not really. I'm quite uptight when I'm trying to take my time, because I dont want to be rushed but I dont want to go too slow. Quite a delema right? Yet to top this all off, I confuse myself for who I am! I can never get my real personality across, I dont even think I have one. I might need someone to help me with that, but again...if I wouldnt go to anger management, then why would I let someone help me find out who I really am? I wouldnt, right?
ii THiiNK ii NEED MEDS: Go ahead, ask me what I did when I was younger, or where I lived. Hell ask me about me now, but I guarantee you that I'll just piss you off. Because really I grew up in Manchester Britian, with my father, mother, and two younger brothers. We werent what you would call extremely wealthy, but we had it easy as s**t if you ask me. Four car's, a buttler, a maid, every toy a kid could want. I never had to move, until that dreadful day my mother found my father cheating. Yea, he is a b*****d, still is one until this day, but the thing is - I wont tell that to him. Now you ask why wont I when I fully know its his fault I live in America in my own apartment only twenty minutes from both my brothers and mother right? Well its because my father sends both of my brothers and me, money every month. And yes most say "ohhh money thats nice". Well its nicer than you think, he gives us all five thousand dollers a month! For what you ask? Nothing!
The ******** just wants to make up for us having to leave our home country and live around other people. And surely you might wonder how old I was when I moved here, well honestly I was about ten - which leaves to me tell you both my younger brothers were four. Anyway back on track, so I moved my a** out to America with my depressed b***h of a mother and we lived in a house, since my dad sent ten grand to her a month back then. I shrug all that s**t off. And now onto the fact that I hate my childhood and want to talk about the present, since that seems all the more important.
I live in an apartment in Manhattan New York. Everyone in the world wants to go to New York, like its some great festival place, please this place resembles a s**t hole. I hate it with more hate than I do most people - ******** it, all the people on this god for saken planet. Now to go on with it, I may say that I work as an assistant to some big money making photographer. And let me tell you this, he's an a*****e. I cant really remember the ******** name because its all french and weird and s**t, but thats fine with me, since when he's not able to get a good shot, he tells me to try - but let me set you straight, he is not world renowned! He just takes photo's for people who are becoming models, or who are models. Weird right? Anyway thats all I really have to say because I dont give two shits about anything else. Well unless you wanna know that I like to hang out in Cafe's, especially the internet kind.
ii KNOW MY HEART WOULD STOP:
+Cigarettes
+Angry Music
+My Camera
+Rainy Day's
+Caffine
+Silence
+Late Night T.V.
+Solitude
+Ankle socks
+Delivery Pizza
ii SEE THiiS iiN MY NiiGHTMARES:
-Loud area's
-Crowded area's
-Work
-People
-Women
-Teddy Bears
-Decaffinated Coffee
-Emotions
-Clicky Pens
-Boredum
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