I am who I am. Don’t like it? GTFO
I love music, ALL MUSIC
Excluding like 50 Cent, shitty rappers, and Jay Z
And of course the ever controversial, Justin fucking Bieber
I always forget how to spell the little fuckers last name. But then I realize it I-E
The same way DIE is spelt. Which works cause that exactly what I want to do when I hear his shit music. I want to die when I hear any shitty music because so many people like it. And I know my opinion of shitty music will be different from everyone else’s because I’m different from everyone else
Clones need to be burned. And the ones we call Preps who might as well be fucking clones. I don’t mind some preps. But walking, talking, dressing, acting the EXACT SAME, need to stop. Like… damn
I like to dress in rocker clothes, like Band shirts and Skinny Jeans. NO, I’m not Scene, I don’t try to be. I basically dress in whatever I find awesome. Like my legendary Domo backpack.
I don’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks of me, and I like it that way. My mom gets mad because I won’t give up the not caring, and dressing how I want. She thinks that there are some people in the world that I should be slightly fake with. Like cops or my now dead grandparents. She thinks I should dress how ever they would accept me, and not how I accept myself. She thinks I shouldn’t wear stuff that I like because other people wont. I think she should fuck off. But that doesn’t matter does it?
I’ve made mistakes of all kinds in my life and I sometimes, depending on the day, and time believe in love. When I do believe in love, I say that I’ve been in love twice. And I understand that I am very lucky for that. As most people my age have never been in love and wont have been in love for quite a few years.
I write poetry and I love all kinds of art.
I love anime. You can ask me anything and I will be honest.
I despise liars
I can be a hypocrite but hell, who isn’t?
I love my friends and would do anything to protect all of them.
I have crazy dreams and I’m kind of, fucked up
But who the fuck ever expected me to be normal?
I don’t know what you freaks would want to know, so interweb-maniac, ask me if it’s not here.~
~ It’s been a blast writing this for you weirdoes, Goodbye!
~ShayBear
We wear a mask that grins ans lie, it hides out cheeks and shades our eye. This debt we pay to human Guile, with torn and bleeding hearts we smile - Unknown