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     Hello, my name is Kayleigh. Kayleigh Renee. I will never use my real last name because it's a whole bunch of bullshit. It came from my sisters father who used to abuse her. But anyways, I am 14. I will be turning 15 on February 18.
      I'm not crazy/phsyco. I consider myself creative. Mostly because I don't think like other people. My mind is more death, gore, sex, and suffering. I don't feel much. When I actually do, I can't stop. I don't like it when people toy with my feelings. It hurts. I'm not a toy, I'm not something you begged your mother for and play with it for 15 minuets then forget about it.
     My mind is creative. I think oddly. I see things not everyone else sees. I tend to stare off a lot... I imagine bad things. Like watching people suffer. It makes me feel in control. Like if you hit me or something, I imagine cutting you. Leaving you puzzled and scared of me. I want people to be scared of me. I want to be feared in the halls. So people won't fuck with me.
     What you call sanity, it's just a prison in your mind keeping you from what's actually there. You see I'm not crazy.. I know things you don't. Sometimes I think of what people would do if they went into my mind for a day. I feel like they would be terrified and trembling with fear.
       I don't feel a lot. My feeling are trapped somewhere I don't know of. There gone. Love is something I can sense. If I feel it, I have it. I can wrap you around my finger, and tighten it into a bow. If I tell you something I mean it. There's nothing I can lie about.
The things in my mind are cool. Like the death and sex stuff I think about. I like knifes and guns. They turn me on. I like feeling a knife blade slowly caressing every part of my body. I like marking my territory. If you're mine, you're mine. That's a rule you can't betray. Death in my mind is gory. There's a lot of blood. I can think about killing you fast or slow so you can feel every inch of agonizing pain fill your body.
If I ever snap at you.. don't snap back. You have to trust me on that. It won't be pretty. Therefor don't piss me off.

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⏰ Last updated: Dec 02, 2017 ⏰

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