Kiryn

Fuck your pansexual trend, and how many people you've slept with. Fuck how many drugs you've snorted, smoked, or shot up, and how many drunken nights you tried, and failed to have an intelligent conversation. Stop acting like you're on top of the world, you're just an overassumptious, ignorant fuck. </br></br> Don't you wish you were a child again, where the days seemed easier and everything was so innocent and naive that nothing mattered except the sun rising the following day so you could could your friends? No one really wants to die to save the world, we're nowhere near perfect creatures on this planet. Disgusting, selfish, and lowly beings, we seek to fend for ourselves and ourselves only. Everyday life has become a bloody masquerade, and it becomes hard to change the habit. Everyones fucked in the head, everyone has their own issues to work out, some more serious than others. Music is not your life. You will not die without it. We do not 'love' upon sight, that is a mere fairy tale told to us as children to help us sleep at night. We lust upon sight, and that feeling will sometimes, if one is lucky, turn into love over time. </br></br> We love, we fight. We hurt, we mend. We break, and we are put back together as time passes and we learn from our mistakes. We are dirty, but we often clean ourselves up in a stupor when realization sinks in. Blind, unseeing the most obvious things, but always open to the wrong parts of life. Doors open in unision with the minds eye, closing at the blink of an eye with a lost opportunity. No one's as good as they seem, everyone has some bad in them that's been locked away deep inside, they themself may not even know what they've done. We fuck, we multiply, yet the old tale of love never seems to last anymore. We love too easy, and fall too fast. Get hurt too hard, and heal too slow. Younger and younger are the children learning how the world works, makes you wonder what your child will grow up with, huh? No one's perfect, don't ever think you are.</br></br> You can call me Hatter, maggots. </br> </br> Insomniac.</br> Writer</br> Photographer</br> I show more restraint against your bullshit than you'll ever know.