That's what u get when u let a crazy girl with nothing to do
words of my life:
paramore,HP, tokio hotel, life,sing,dance like a retarded,shout,bvb,music, crazy,unicorn, chatabobafeia, AA, SWS, laught,cherrybomb,...AHHHHHHHHHHHH!RUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNN
Yeah, not just words.
I hate myself. I hate my eyes, I hate my mouth. I hate to know that the reflexion in the mirror is not distorted. I hate my nose, I hate my eyebrows. I hate the way people look at me. I hate my height, I hate my body. I hate the feelings that constantly haunt me. I hate my complexion, I hate my hair. I hate to know nobody will ever fall in love with me. I hate my scars, I hate my memories. But what I hate most is knowing that this isn’t going to change.
I’m just a little creepy girl, with a little creepy smile, little creepy clothes. An strange redhead alien that loves to headbang and lives in Humanoid City. I want people to see the world by a new perspective and that’s why I participate of the Army Of Love every nine in the afternoon. I guess I’ve already died a couple of times, smells like teen spirit. I believe in the Jesus of Suburbia and don’t wanna be an american idiot. I’d like to be called as “Sweet Child o’ Mine” by another renegade. As I know that this person doesn’t exist, I’m gonna listen to music for the rest of my life.