I want the deepest, darkest, sickest parts of you that you are afraid to share with anyone because I love you that much. And now I'm showing you mine. I'm but an average, untalented girl living in suburbia attempting self-discovery. I am ordinary. I live an easy life and yet I'm still unhappy; I'm hoping keeping track of my thoughts will make this easier to understand. I care little for other people's emotions. I lie to others to make my own life easier, but not ever to ease their suffering. I will not lie to you. My thoughts are my own, not easy words fed to me by my parents or my government. I am part of no church, and I believe in no god. The only thing I need to be saved from is my own mental unrest. I ate his heart then I swallowed his brain. If you don't love me back, I'll do it again.
Oh gosh this is really just so sweet and I’m kind of flustered now because it’s just really lovely so thank you so much :3
I’ve definitely considered it, it’s something I love doing and it’s so much easier for me to communicate what I’m feeling through text than through speech. I can almost definitely say writing will always be a big part of my life, though I’m not yet sure in what capacity, whether I’d like to write novels or maybe become a journalist or just continue blogging or the million other possibilites. But who knows, I’m working on becoming a makeup artist right now and maybe I’ll write angry feminist literature on the side >:)