Dear mind, We have a dirty side in there don’t we?
When I get anons that talk dirty too me, or want me to beat up the gut’s.
it is kind of nice and random.
I wish I would get more and maybe some off anon.
I want more tattoos.
Someone lend me $450 so I can get my chest and throat piece done.
I am single, So it’s cute that I get messages like that.
I don’t use women, I promise. Never have.
Anonymous asked: Damn, I would do dirty, terrible things to you. <3
What would you do to me bby?
Dear world, ill see you in hell.
I just want to die.
I don’t want to be alive anymore really.
I just fucking hate myself.
I hate being me.
I am just a waste of space.
I just want to be forgotten.
Dear darkness, You fill me with so much doubt.
All i need in life is a job and a girlfriend.
I need the job so i can take my lady out and spoil her.
I need a girlfriend because I am lonely.
someone just love me.
Maybe love doesn’t come to men like me…
Dear lonely night, I can get sexual too.
Baby, I just want you.
I just want you in my bed.
let me kiss your neck.
Dear emotions, we need to fix things.
I seriously just want a bad bitch already.
Fuck this being single bullshit.
I need a lady.
I’m tired of being lonely every night and day.
Dear tragedy, you’re the best.
I remember when You used to come over and I would stay up all night with you.
I remember when I used to want to be with you.
I remember when I kissed you, you had nice soft lips.
I remember when you left and didn’t say goodbye.
you left me there to die inside.
Dear cute girl, I wish we were together. I’m tired of being alone.
every time I am alone and walking around or sitting on a bench.
I notice all these cute girls.
sometimes I wonder if they ever notice me.
I wonder if they would ever be with me.
Then I remember That I am a monster.
So I continue too sit there and now all I see is blank faces.
For I know loneliness is all I will ever know and breathe.
Dear world, Death is waiting for me with a smile.
I post sad shit because I am a sad soul.
I post stuff about girls, because I am lonely and empty.
I write personal shit that is depressing, Because I am losing my fucking mind.
I don’t give a fuck if you approve of who I am.
I can’t please everyone.
I can’t be that guy girls like or want to be with.
I Can’t be happy, because happiness will never come to someone like me.
I write sad stories, because that is all I know.
I apologize that I am not like the rest of them.
I am sorry I couldn’t meet up to your standards.
please forgive me.