Seventeen|Drugged|God-Free
There's a couple of screws up in my head loose and I have two bolts sticking outta my neck. I'm unmotivated, socially awkward, self-loathing, jaded and in my own fucking world. The only people I can relate are the mad ones and that's perfectly fine by me. I'm convinced someones keeping tabs on us, the Illuminati exists and one day we might be robots.
died today
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Ask me something interesting dolls.
Smoke Crack,Worship Satan.