Each time I fall I get back up again.
But each time I get back up I can't hold myself quite as high.
Now I am stooped so low I fear I will never get back up to where I was.
I have done so many bad things and I will never forget.
People tell me they know how I feel. But that is a lie, the only way you would know is if you were me. I'm not a normal kid like people say. I am so different. No one knows what hell is like, but the inside of my head is probably very close. I hate it when people tell me they understand what its like for me. Because its a huge lie, I can't stand it. And don't tell me I'm just a normal teenager, I'm so very far from being normal. Everything about me is fake. My smile, my face, my laugh, even the clothes I wear are not me. Me is so very different. But no one knows it, nor will they ever.
Current Residence: nyob
deviantWEAR sizing preference: m to l unless a sweater then i like an xxl
Favourite genre of music: dubstep
Favourite photographer: Elizabeth Ann
Favourite style of art: all kinds
Operating System: windows
MP3 player of choice: IPOD
Shell of choice: blue one
Wallpaper of choice: black and purple
Favourite cartoon character: spongbob
Personal Quote: Born in jeans rased in jeans dying in jeans.