Um... Hi
I'm Maria and I don't even know how you found my profile. I do not write. I'm extremely lazy and have chronic writers block. 
I support gay. *ATTENTION ALL K-MART SHOPPERS* IF YOU ARE HOMOPHOBIC GET OUT. I REPEAT. IF YOU ARE HOMOPHOBIC GET THE FŪCK OUT. I HATE YOU WITH A FIREY PASSION AND YOU ARE NEVER TO SPEAK TO ME. EVER. 


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Anyways. *smoothens out skirt* *clears throat* 
I enjoy multiple thing and hate multiple things. This is true with most people. But then again, I hate more things than I love. 

I hate simple people. I myself am a very complex person with many colors and shades and sides that I can't even describe myself. To be honest, I don't even know who I am. There are people who think they know everything about me *glares at specific people* and are completely and totally wrong. Most people don't know shit about me (yay song references). Then they're are people that do know most things about me, they can read my emotions through my damn texts. 

OMFG THAT WAS TURNING INTO A RANT. 

Sorry.
 
But anyways it's hard to write about yourself when you don't know who you are. 
So I'm just gonna end this now. 

"Hear the sound of the falling rain, coming down like an Armageddon flame" - Green day, Holiday 

But seriously it's raining a fückload rn

If you guys ever need to talk or anything pls don't hesitate. I spend most of my days reading fanfic. (That sounds so sad)

A black man walked into a pub. A white man said, "No coloured people allowed."
The black man responded, "When you're born, you're pink. When you're sick, you're green.
When you're cold, you're blue. When you're hot, you're red. And when you're dead, you're purple.
When I'm born, I'm black. When I'm sick, I'm black. When I'm cold, I'm black. When I'm hot, I'm black.
And when I die, I'll be black. And you have the nerve to call me coloured?"
The white man walks out of the pub.
PUT THIS ON YOUR PAGE IF YOU'RE AGAINST RACISM. 


The end