I guess you could consider me a loose cannon. I'm pretty fucking unstable. Bottom line, I, Kellin Quinn, am flat out fucked up. I made that very obvious to everyone in my 8th grade class when I slit my wrist during 4th period in the middle of a math test and I blacked out due to blood loss and everyone got to see that bloody mess. On the bright side I got out of that stupid unit test. Never really was a big fan of school. I never had many friends, but hey at least I had good grades. Isn't that what matters? Isn't that basically the only fucking thing that the upper 1% ever gives a shit about? Grades grades grades. School is hard enough, but transferring for the 6th time in the last 4 years makes it even worse. Just gives me the chance to get my ass beat by even more bullies. I can't help my sexuality but they just think since I'm gay and I wear skinny jeans band tee's and a flannel like every day that they have an excuse to pound on me. If there is a god, he must really fucking hate me because he just HAD to make the worst bully of them all, the hottest motherfucker I've ever seen. He just HAD to make me find him attractive. He just HAD to make him perfect. He just had to make me fall in love with Victor. Fucking. Fuentes.All Rights Reserved