End transmission.

Wednesday, September 30, 2009, 5:05 PM

I don't get what the big fuss is about.
No, I really don't.

You know what? I really don't mind.
No, I really don't.

Because in reality, I don't think I know what you're talking about. I don't know whether I want to be here. I don't know where's the proof of my existence. I don't know anything.

VICTORIA

I judge alot. I antagonize, evaluate and irritate.
I am not perfect.

I'm a train wreck, a breathtaking disaster. I'm the picture of misconfigured imperfection, the definition of chaos. I've got imperfection spilling from my open wounds. Don't acknowledge my rights, just dwell on the wrongs. Because the world around me is drawn ugly.
By 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 dont 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. because if things are that way, I'll make you hate me through and through.
Trust me, I can make you fly.
Trust me, I'm full of lies.

Ugly Obsessions.

Screamo. Metal. Hardcore. Alternative. Jrock. Drums. Guitar. Bass. Headphones. Headbanging. Awesome people. Dimples. Guys with heartbreaking smiles. Acts of spotaneousity. Lyrics. Free-Writing. Dreams. Fiction. Poetry. Silent nights. Adrenaline. Fear. Eyecandies. Tea. Pokemon. Danny Phantom. Teen Titans. Martin Mystery. Youtube. Online shopping/drooling. Hoodies. T-Shirts. Jeans. Sneakers.