My Self

This is long. But read it before you talk to me. It gives a lot away, trust me, it's well worth it. If I can go to the trouble of writing it, you can at least be polite enough to read it.

Okay, the name's Cameron. Cam is fine. So is CamCam. Doesnt matter to me. Born on September 4th, 1990. Work it out. From here, you can get to know me better than my actual friends could ever hope to. Sorry to offend anyone. But it's true. You don't know me as well as you think you do, you've barely scratched the surface. I can't wait to leave this place, Ohio sucks. I hate it. However much I know I shouldn't admit it, I am very aware that I'm not exactly ugly. In fact far from it. I do spend half my time gazing aimlessly into any remotely reflective surface that may cross my path. My apologies if you have a problem with that, but ******** you. I couldn't give a monkeys c**k if you don't like it. It's not my fault that you're fat, ugly and insecure. At the end of the day, some of you will love me, some of you will hate me. And when it comes down to it, I don't mind which. As long as you're not in that mid-ground where you love me one minute and want to rip my head off the next. Cos if you are... I'll make you hate me. Not good. I'm a nice person. Despite how I may not come across that way sometimes. I really am. There's not many times I won't help someone with something. I'll always do my best to sort anything out that you're having troubles with. I'll help almost anyone in whatever way I can. I'm sorry, everybody claims this, but for once, this is true. I have the single most amazing best friend that anyone could ask for. She's helped me more times than she could ever know. And I couldn't begin to explain just how amazing she is, and just how much she means to me. I'm single, and I don't like it. I prefer the security of being with someone. I prefer having someone there to just lay with and talk about whatever comes into my head first. Knowing that however stupid it is, it won't matter. She/He will still be there in the morning. I miss it, and I want it back. Someone I can watch fall asleep. Then smile to myself thinking about how sweet he/she looks when she/he's dreaming. I'm sweet like that. But that doesn't mean I like nice girls/guys. I like girls/guys with attitude. Who break the rules. And make something out of themselves. I don't have a set 'type'. I don't like to restrict myself. I have been in love only once. And I don't think the feeling will ever leave me. And to be truthful, I don't want it too. My life revolves around one thing... Music. More specifically my music. I'm singer and screamer. I love to perform. It keeps my heart beating and my blood flowing. I play grindcore. I don't care if you don't like it. Just don't b***h about it to me unless you can play it. Because as I've found out, it's not easy. I've played a lot of different things during my life, and this is the hardest. I've given bands s**t in the past. Thinking it was easy. I was wrong, and I appreciate now what they're doing and how far they've come. My hair is dyed. I'm naturally dark blonde. Sorry to dissapoint you. This time last year I was wearing normal jeans and shirts. I listened to nothing heavier than Rise Against, Lostprophets and Nickelback. I played rugby, I trained every day and I lived like one of them 'regular' kids. Feel free to throw up. I've changed a LOT. As I'm sure you can see. I despise what I was. I now make a point of being individual. Being honest. And being true. I hate fake people more than anything else. People who smile and wave enthusiastically while muttering sly sadistic comments to whoever they're with and hoping nobody notices. Trust me, we notice. I do have flaws. I drink too much. I get aggressive. I take the piss out of pretty much everyone. I'm a b***h. I'm a c**t. I'll argue with you for no reason whatsoever. But I'll apologize. I usually have a pretty damn good excuse. Please don't comment me with something boring. I won't reply. "What's up" or "Hi" will get no response what so ever. Neither will "Hi, omg you're hot! what's up?". Thanks for the compliment, but you're still boring. Be imaginative. But don't send me anything in any other language other than English. You will DEFIANTLY not get a reply. Dont ask me to comment your profile. Comment mine and I might return. But not all. I am lazy. Or you might be boring. Or I might not be online at all. I am a fan of words. Use them properly with me please. Even if you feel compulsed to type like a retarded five year old with all your other friends. I'll probably ignore you. For instance, the word "you" has THREE letters. Not just one. "Like" doesn't have a "y" in it. You get the idea. I have piercings, I like them, I like the feeling of the needling pushing through me. Yeah I'm weird. I'm getting tattoos as well. Full sleeve, half sleeve, stomach piece, neck piece and a knuckle piece. I'm basically relying on my singing career. Cos I'm going to be unemployable by anywhere respectable, Anyway, I think I've kept you long enough. If you've read all this, talk to me. You're most probably worth my time. But be interesting? Enjoy...