I'm a ball of fluff, I show my love through beating people with sticks.
I'm emo, get over it. 
Fuck with me or my friends, and I'll make sure to kill you. Painfully. 
I hate people. I hate everyone and everything. 
I've had a hard life so far - my dad doesn't think I'm his child, I was never supposed to be born, yada-yada.
Who cares about me?
I'm rather...ugly. So, I don't tend to show pictures of me. 
If needed, I can. 
I write poems, not stories. There is a difference.
Most of my poems are depressing.
Some are full of love. 
Love doesn't exist, however.
It's just a word.