About
My name is Kia Hartman. I'm eighteen, and I live a pretty annoying life, really.
When I say annoying, I mean it annoyingly jumps from relaxed, to dramatic, to emoic! Its a BIG pain in the a**, and I'm constantly at a stand-off with myself, and the people that ive created in my head. Course, you all might be looking at me like I'm psychotic when I say that, but whatever. Who cares. I am what I am. What's the point in sweating over everyone elses opinion, when your own is all that should matter.
-Eye roll- Thats how I view things, in a since. But sometimes it's hard to follow your own views, when life seems bent on making you hate everyone that lives around you.
-Shrug- Whatever. Lifes a b***h anyway. Always gotta get your way, eh life of mine.
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I'm a supporter of many things, and I'm acceptable of anyone, so long as they dont grate at my nerves or have an ego the size of the damn sun!
Nothing more stupid than a guy/gal who thinks he's invincable and can survive a damn car running his a** over at top speed! -Face palm- Nice!
And sadly...I know people like that!
And another thing. Your sexuality...I dont care. Your a girl and you like girls. Good for you. Your a guy who likes guys. Go for it! Live life comfortably and with who or whatever you want.
Just dont force your beliefs, or self, on me and everything'll be cool.
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I hate people.
Sadly...The world has done nothing to make me like people. People are...colorful. You can't figure them out, and they're always going to neevr 100 percent care about you.
But! Though I hate people. There are a few I can tolerate and care about. Just not alot. And most of those people are friends Ive made online.
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Last thought:
I have a strange condition.
I'm an eighteen-year-old who has the mental thinking of a five-year-old and a twenty-year-old mixed into this blob thing. My machority is pretty tame, but I wont lie. My mind likes the gutter.
I'm a blonde, but I'm not slutish and my boobs arnt super huge and hanging half-way outta my shirt. I dont do that s**t.
I have a Human Touch Phobia. Now. For those of you who have no ideal what that means, let me explain.
I have a difficulty with allowing people to touch me. When I was in a relation ship with my ex, J, I knew there was going to be trouble. J is a very "touchy feely" kind of guy, who loves cuddling and hugging. May sound sweet to some...But to me it was a b***h.
Anytime he would hug me for to long, my body would stiffen, and all my sense would go nuts, telling me to run or hit whatever was touching me until I pulled away
...Yeah. Thats not healthy, is it?
Didn't think so.
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Now! For those of you that may not know this, I am a die hard Repo! The Genetic Opera fan!! You have a problem with that, you can go suck a nut!!
Terrance Zdunich is my hero, and I will forever be a true fan of his!!
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Well, thats enough about me. Nobody wants to talk and read about someone else forever. Unless they are a celebrity or something cool like that.
Have a good day yall!
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