I'm Sharrian. Basically, the most emotionally fucked up person you will ever meet. I'm seem to be a doormat for everybody I know. They get me to trust them and just screw me over. I'm bisexual. You got a problem with that, then you can fuckin go to hell. I could not care less what you think of me. I write depressing poetry and stories. I'd rather read a book then go to a party or dance. I like using big words because it makes me feel better then everybody else. Basically, I'm most likely smarter than you, though it definetely doesn't seem like it. I turn anything into a "your mom" or "that's what he/she said" joke. Innuendo is my middle name. Right next to Sarcasm. My mind is basically a nonstop swirl of closeted-gays (see: Ryan Seacrest, Blake Lewis, Ryan Ross, Pete Wentz, etc.), porn, music, and curse words. I swear a whole fuckin lot, especially when I'm pissed. What I really hate is myself, which means I basically hate everybody else. I'm not the kind of friend I'd like to have. I'll never be good enough for everyone, and myself. But through it all, I know I have two best friends who will always be there. Everyone else just ends up hurting me. This is who I am. Don't like it? Then get the fuck out. No one is forcing you to be here. |
