Well i suppose i'm one of the biggest bookworms of all humankind. I don't socialize much, and i sit in my room pretty much most of my life. I'm not very reliable and I ramble about how much i despise the world alot. I am extremely forgetful, I don't know why but I am. So I tend to forget conversations and who you are, so sorry if i constantly forget you. I'm also temperamental. I enjoy wearing loose boys clothing, and odd accessories. (Spiked Dogcollars, binkies, gunlocks, shoelaces etc.) I hate compliments, and I don't go by any specific gender rule. I do enjoy hugging people and lots of affection...when i'm in a good mood. Overall i can be a pretty friendly person, but then again I can not. I also have the tendency to punch or otherwise hurt my friends, men more so then women. I have no clue why they put up with me. X_x I've had people tell me if looks could kill everyone would be dead. I hate being seen as weak and like to obliterate my past. I'm a horrible friend, though some people say otherwise and some people agree. I draw, occasionally write poetry or start stories, i watch anime, take walks, climb trees, sometimes act childish, and sleep. Other than that I suppose its up to you to determine whether or not i'm a very good friend. Oh and I am sometimes subject to erratic mood changes.
I must be cruel only to be kind;
Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind
A wretched soul, bruised with adversity,
We bid be quiet when we hear it cry;
But were we burdened with like weight of pain,
As much or more we should ourselves complain.
No passion so effectually robs the mind of all its powers of acting and reasoning as fear.
Without friends no one would choose to live, though he had all other goods.
It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.
We hate some persons because we do not know them; and we will not know them because we hate them.
To be alone is to be different, to be different is to be alone.
Inside myself is a place where I live all alone and that's where you renew your springs that never dry up.
So long as little children are allowed to suffer, there is no true love in this world.
People have a hard time letting go of their suffering. Out of a fear of the unknown, they prefer suffering that is familiar
Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.
Trying to find the girl inside is like staring into darkness and trying to grasp what you can hear but never see. Love..what is it but a fleeting dream...trust..a vague fantasy