It's not the fall that kills you.
Kill me, Kill me some more, Put me in a blender or the ground then dig me up, School is shit, People are shit, Life is shit, Everything but Music, Magic and Me is shit.
Everything except for those three M's and reading/writing about the one and only amazing dysfunctional high-functioning sociopathic man that can deduce the last time you wiped your arse from a hair on your dirty left shoe.
There will be a shit ton of angst and sadshit here prepare your tissuebox. :)
I will not be fucking writing smut for you fucking dirty twisted horny bastards, you can imagine that shit by yourself. PREFRENCES EXIST MATE
I wrote this for an English Assessment god help my poor mentally ill brain
