My name is yuki. I'm a girl, obviously (duh). Minor. 9th grade student. Barely functioning. Intelligence? Questionable.

Romance? You must be joking. Love is dead. I read/watch Yaoi/yuri for reasons, even the universe can't explain. Yeah, I consume it like air. No, I don't "relate." Yes, I still enjoy it.

Mental illness? Roommates. Sleep schedule? A rumour. Will to live? Already waiting in the Afterlife. Sanity? Gone.

Socially? Flip a coin. With some, I can tolerate conversation. With others. Y'know.

Gore? Lovely. There's something honest in how it doesn't pretend. Give me blood, but make it sparkle with light in the snow.

Lazy? Yes. MBTI? Bish, idk. Half here, half daydreaming. Sometimes, i will listen to your crap, sometimes not.




A few fun facts:

Languages: I know a lot of languages and can understand them. Don't expect me to answer if you text first.

Fandoms: I'm in LOT of Fandoms. (I will probably know yours if you talk about it, popular or not.)

Musik: All of it. None of it. I don't play favourites.

School: ... surviving. Grades exist. Let's just... not romanticize them.

Hobbys: Drawing, ig. Play piano and guitar.

Addictions: Smoking, drinking (idgaf what kind).

Facts: I have a LOT of disorder. I've learned to live with it, tho (kinda? I dunno).


In the end, even stars choose destruction over life.