I'm kinda lame ass. Every SINGLE ONE of you are my bitches. People call me a good writer, I say I've seen better from others. They call m...
I'm kinda lame ass. Every SINGLE ONE of you are my bitches. People call me a good writer, I say I've seen better from others. They call me an Artist, but I'm not that good at it. I like to sing. I do it for the hell of it. I CANNOT dance. I stubbed a toe, twerking and I slapped myself, moshing. I am not a fangirl... though my walls are covered top to bottom of drawn pics of Andy Biersack. LOL. Enough about me, about you. How was your day, random person on my page? Have you ever sniffed your floor? Have you ever smelt your hands? What's your opinion on eyeliner? Do even mosh? Oh, wait... I forgot to give a homeless person my very last fuck. *has fangirl attack as fav. band walks in room* Breathe Carolina!!!!! Breathe! Can't BREATHE! *jaw on the floor. eyes explode from not blinking,* I think I just died. See you at my funnel cake flavored funeral. [insert reap face here.]