"...I need a fix now, the pills I have to take. Help me live a lie,
and blinds all my mistakes..."
I drink. I smoke. I have a drug problem. I'm not exactly the cleanest
person, showers can blow me. I live with my good friend Thomp :D
...which is wherever her car decides to stop each night, ha. My life's
a party for the most part, it's not always that I choose it to be that
way, but being homeless and always having substances around...well I'm
sure you can imagine, and unlike you I can't just go home to take a
break. Though most of my feelings have been supressed from drug abuse
and booze, I still care and would do anything for the very few real
friends I have. Lastly, I'll point out that, I enjoy my life the way
it is a the moment, despite what some of you may believe. Won't change
it. Wouldn't change it. And you wont ever be able to change it either,
so please avoid trying, thanks.
Oh Yes I Love Her Like...
So Who the Fuck am I...
Born December 3, 1990, off the shores of California,THE BAY TO BE
SPECIFIC, where I've lived my entire life and continue to do so. I
don't exactly have much here to make me happy, but with the few things
I do have, I'll manage. I'm a fairly peaceful kid, i'm laid back and
like to chill. I'm not much into parties and all that, no need to sit
around and watch drunk people make an ass of themselves, I prefer
little get togethers. Sometimes I tend to come off as a bit of an
asshole, which I can be, but only to those who irritate me or have
given me reason. Otherwise I'm a genuinely nice person. Unfortunately,
I've been running out of real friends lately. I don't have many, but
to those of you who are, I thank you, and would do anything for you.
FUCK your scene shit. I'm over that. Do not associate me with it
whatsoever. And for those raunchy scene sluts out there, please don't
waste your time.
I get tattoo'd for myself. I get pierced for myself. Not for anyone
else. Not because I want to make myself more attractive. Not because I
want to impress anyone. Whether or not you think it looks good or not
is no concern of mine. I could care less if you think my stretched
septum looks funny. I don't care if you think I have too much metal in
my face. I don't give a shit for the fact that I'll probably have a
less likely chance of getting a job because of my tattoos. I do not
care. Body modification is a personal choice. I wont stop it. I can't
stop. I don't think I could ever really stop. I get this image in my
head of what I should look like. I've got a lot of work to do. And I
wont feel satisfied until the day I complete that image
The sea, a wonderous beauty. Able to destroy with incredible force,
yet able to support all forms of life. Of the few obstacles man will
never be able to conquer, never be able to explore the extent of it's
depths. Thousands of years have gone by and it's still such a mystery
to us. So many unknown forms of life. So many things it has to teach
us, that we may never know. I'm no sailor, nor do I see said lifestyle
in my future. But I envy those who have, hundreds of years ago, been
able to voyage around the world, living off it, braving it's
unpredictable fury. Never will there such a might as can match the
Live as you please. Die as you choose.