heyy shuga cakes, my name is crimson. its pronounced (crim-sin) get it right. im volent & vulgar ha, get over it. tell me im fake. tell me you dont love me. tell me im worthless. a disgrace, pitiful. a terrible person. tell me i wont amount to anything. call me all the names you can think of. because that my dear, is my greatest motivation.i love when people think im psychologically disturbed. cause it means i overloaded their neurological nerves. ive recently come to terms with the fact, life is a game. we live in a world where majority rules. appearance is a must to get anywhere, people will only notice whats inside if they like whats on the outside. be your own person in every way you can. you will go through bags of shit for it, be torn into pieces, but in the end youll be a better person because you will of beaten those who tried to beat you down. succeeding is the best form of revenge. im not special on the outside, but the inside is a playground with a million types of candy floss, & im selling it to everyone. shit sonn. love me. hate me. i dont give a fuck. haters make me FAMOUS. |