About
me? oh, dear child, why would you want to know about me? i thought i was just the one you decide to pick on because i choose to define my own style. People say it looks like i get dressed in the dark. but, really, i think their just scared of being different. i’m honest and trustworthy. . i appreciate who i am and what i do. and i don’t need someone like you to tell me who i can and can’t be. sometimes i’m nice. sometimes i’m... not so nice. be nice to me, and i will be to you. but just to let you know;
haters make me famous. i’m never boring, even in my worst mood. i’m not emo. where the hell did that stereotype come from anyways? doesn’t anyone know emo is a genre of music? i have brown hair. cool. yes, i don’t get everything in life correct, but i’m just imperfect. just like you. i speak my mind. i give out useless information. i trip and stumble everywhere. i sing at the top of my lungs until my throat is parched. i lose things so much, i’m amazed i haven’t lost my head. i’m still a kid, and i always will be. don’t try to tell me any different. cause if you do, i’ll just turn up my headphones and crank the music up so loud i’ll become deaf in my left ear. i can do anything i please. i’m my own
superman.
Comments
Viewing 3 of 3 comments.