The funny thing is childhood never really ends - at least not the bad parts- no matter where you go, there are still BULLIES everywhere.....
And people are really something.... if someone is acting crazy outside- like talking to themselves really loud or yelling at random people or whatever - other people can't wait to laugh at or judge this person, like "how dare they be mentally ill"...
Meanwhile MOST of these people spend their worthless lives constantly doing or saying things that cause people to end up going CRAZY! The fucking nerve....
"And the WOUNDS that some WORDS leave NEVER HEAL because each time the word is thrown at you, labeled on you, you bleed afresh from it. It's more like a WHIP that CUTS every time, until you feel it must flay the very skin from your bones, & yet outwardly there is no wound to show the world, so they think you are not hurt, when inside, a part of you DIES EVERY TIME."
Laurell Hamilton
Anyway, I don't fit in with most "aesthetics"/" essences"/ categories/groups/subcultures/ or whatever.... But I DON'T WANT TO FIT IN!
I am dark and moody & proud of it!
