You can call me Seven. I'm not the brightest, happiest, sweetest person in the world. I've written before but not on here. I tend to write things that include classic horror with an insane psychopath of a serial killer material. Or something that involves rebelling and riots. I'd be described as a punk rocker by some, a plain rocker by others, a metal head by a few, and just a plain loner by most. I do have weird problems or issues, but I let it out in my writing. So if you ever read any of my works, just remember there's a lot of stuff about me in them. Is it sad, happy, or insane? That's for you to decide. I'm not just going to come out and tell you exactly why I've written something, that's just not fair.

I hate people who are racist. They make me sick. How can someone just go around and judge people by the color of their skin or by where they come from? That's just sick and rude.

I hate homophobic people. Why can't you just let love be love? Love holds no gender. Gender isn't what defines love. Love is defined by finding someone who loves you for who you are and not because of how big tits you got or how big some guys dick is or if they're a good kisser or whatever.

I have a question for every one.
Why do the people we love choice people that treat them like crap?

Here's my answer, and hopefully if anyone sees this it makes you think.
We choice the love we think we deserve. And the only way we can show them they deserve better is by showing them just how must we love them even if that means take a risk.