The hell is all in your head... and your surroundings.

I fucking hate people. Cutting is fun, because the thrill of clinging onto pleasantry, while you wring your stinging wrists, is probably the best feeling I've ever felt.
I don't care if I die, but that doesn't mean I want to die. I also don't actively WANT to live... I hate it when people don't understand that.
I'm also kind of a dick. Actually, I'm a big dick. My friends hate me. I lied... I don't have friends.

I love liiiiife. Been writing about how good life is in songs, poems, and novellas for probably six years. 
I am a sophomore in high school, and a 15 yo. 

I probably won't be that active on this website, but maybe I'll post some of my old stuff. As of right now I only have a shitty "prologue" to a book I lost interest in. I rarely finish anything, because I just stop caring. My inner flames are very dull; maybe almost even ashed.

My vibes 90% of my life:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HIMVlrztXyE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MDQ3p6FOzUU
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JxqqouwIYME
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tpSP1Ck969w
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yM35qVkvJZw
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_frftxK6grc
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NyCjqUCMOUM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XYfvs9jC-do

Love you, pricks.