peanutkoala
My name is Cassie. I live in New York with my family who enjoy forcing me to do things I don't want to do. Always wanting me to act preppy or happy... If you know anything about me, I enjoy the dark. I like dark things I guess. Like the idea of spirits living among us or rough fifty shades of grey sex. Who doesn't enjoy the thought of those types of things? I go to York High, filled with religious duffs and preppy bitches, just the life if you ask me. And yes, York High does not like people like me, they don't like people who are different or 'depressed'. Honestly, the thought of them not liking different people makes my depression a little worse. Because, lets be real here, normal people are scary.
But... My opinion of my entire school and life changed when I met him. Someone who was as ghostly as the boys I only read in books. Someone who had scars on his wrists. Someone who I could imagine fucking me against a locker. Someone who embraced the darkness just as I did. Evan Peters.
And lemme tell you, this Evan Peters is a god.