This makes me want to kill myself. What have we done? I am so ashamed to call myself human.
I feel the same, this shit is so painful to see but it needs to be seen, everywhere.
Me in a nutshell: random, blunt, quirky, extremely open-minded, obscene, vegan, smoker, animal obsessed, bipolar, sometimes self-destructive, unique human.
Loves: Ethnic vegan cuisine. Serial Killer Encyclopedia. Make-up. Body modification. Good conversation, whether deep or ridiculous. Alternative thinking, lifestyles, and looks. Gay rights. Animal cruelty prevention. Losing weight. Fishnets. Clothes shopping. Menthols. Good coffee every morning. Fetish models. Fashion. Foreign & indie films. Metal. Good music that suits my mood. Guys with long hair. Hot tea in the evening. Feeling in control of my life. Psychology. Sociology. Accents. Boots. Incense. Candles and home decor. Kinky sex. Hot showers. Cuddling and all forms of physical affection.
I have been through a lot, and I am far from fucking perfect.
Midnight thoughts: I might pop pills when anxiety comes along. I might smoke cigarettes like a fiend. I might swear worse than any male you will ever meet. I might be obscene and vulgar. I might have a negative self-image. I might whine and complain more than is needed. I might have some regrets, a load of issues, and many mental disorders. But I am a good human. I am worth loving. And I will be something more than what I am.
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