Just me being myself.
No, not pretending to be elegant. Just being my mother ducking SELF.
Like being awkward. Horrible brain farts constantly. And never forget my annoying outbursts of misunderstanding something that is completely understandable.
Like I said, a fucking rant book. Nothing more. I hope...
HAHAHAAAHAHAHA. what the fuck is my life. Should I get personal...maYBEEEJDKDODNDKDK
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Not for the faint of heart, I explore dark parts of my mind and unfurl them for your own enjoyment. All of these stories are true.
You don't know me, and you're never going to. This is basically just a shitty diary of my life with very few details as to who I am, Don't want to scare you off. Feel free to read but I don't really care. I'm just a screwed up guy that everyone knows and nobody cares about really.
If you can't tell I'll probably swear quite a bit in this so if you don't like that I'm sorry, but this really isn't a good read anyway it's just me complaining about the fact I still exist.
Actually no, whilst I did start this to complain about my life, the stories are fluctuating, as I discover I am infact worthy of love, even I don't believe it at all times. I hope you enjoy my rantings.
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