Welp, you came to my account, some how, and now are forced to decide to read further into this shitty, crazy, dystopia of mine, or go on with your life as a reading being, who would rather read the interesting 'descriptions' of other people who are, quote-unquote "just like you". If you can't decide, let me do the bidding of sending you towards the right path, rather than sending you a stray onto the path that adjoins into the dystopia of dysfunction where I remain. This  profile has deep shit that may, or may not, make you uncomfortable. But the things I read, the stories I write, they all affect or have been applied into my life in one way or another. My dystopia may be shitty and hella lonely, but without the people who judge me for having a second soul residing within my small body, the lonesome hideaway is more like a busy castle, filled with people who aren't shit-heads. I mean, who wants to live in a world with the constant odor of annoying ass people who don't have a single care-filled cell in their genetics? I know I don't. Living in my dystopia helps me learn to help my being within me and make it a better place for her. I just want people who understand me.