I recently unfortunately got what I always unconsciously wanted. My own little dark and twisted fucked up story. Now here I am, living the dream. I have trouble getting my head around the idea that life is worth living. I chase the things that give me any type of feeling that it is. This way of living is a recipe for disaster but I can't say I get bored. Everything I do and say in life is so calculated and I don't think most people notice that every single thing I say and do has a specific meaning. I don't say things just to say them. It's exhausting. But none of you know who the fuck I am or what I'm all about so I can say whatever I want here and it's pretty damn cool. Everyone always wants to know what my blog is about. It's about nothing, but it means everything. It's everything I am. These pictures represent me in a way where I don't have to use my stupid words to convince someone that I'm a certain way. If I post something that offends someone, I'm not obligated to give a fuck or fix it. And I don't.
I can resist everything except temptation.