So once upon a time i was born. I lived. I hated everything.
Still do, but thats besides the point. Anyway, I started writing, and life just has more things to be proud of now.
Most of my stuff is about broken hearts. I had that once or twice. I miss the year 655 AD, when I was alive, and most truly happiest.
I'm really eclectic, from friends to music to clothing.
My tastes varies based on impulse and desire. I'm drawn to all aesthetic objects. I love capturing beauty, through music, through art, through writing... When I find something precious, I hold it so close in my grasp that I bleed.
Speaking of blood, I'm an ex-cutter. The journey to stopping has been as hard as the journey through it all. I can't really say I stopped for my own reasons. Although the scars bother me sometimes, they're sorta like art to me. And yes its painful, harmful, but it was my only way out at the time. And it worked like alcohol works, like drugs work, like a security blanket works.
I hate fake. But I love fantasy, which is completely different.
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