I dont need your sympathy or advice I hate people who seem nice like a family of lice living inside my head My life is a pencil with no point a fetus with no womb and i wouldnt have it any other way
so you can stay the hell away and leave me to my crazyness no im not alone my friends are in my head my parrents are dead and i dont need tomorrow because i live in the sins of yesterday
ive been called crazzy ive been called a psychopath its not my fault really ive been this way since the day i fell out of my...