I hope my life ends with a huge plot twist.

When I say "people irritate me" they automatically assume I mean everyone but them. Which irritates me even more.

"Fuck" is one of those fucking words you can put anyfuckingwhere in a fucking sentence, and it still makes fucking sense.

Some people say I have no life. Just kidding, people don't actually talk to me.

There are so many things I wish to say, but I'll let silence do the talking for now.

People that walk slowly when you're in a hurry and you can't get around them should be executed on the fucking spot.

If you reply to me and I only favorite it it's because I'm terrified of social contact but wished I had something to say back.

Just 5 more followers until this is Sparta.

If cats could talk, they wouldn't.

I'm awake. Fuck you.

I used to think that the red in the sky in the morning was the blood of angels that had conquered the night.

Warning me not to do something is a sure way to get me to do it.

My mind tires me, let me move to yours for a while.

Trust me. I dare you.

I'm just looking for the right person to die with.

Wandering around. More in my mind than in these halls.

For I hide in the cracks in rays of light.

Erotically psychotic.

The rot starts to settle in. I can taste your decay.

I scream at my tv because I'm mentally unstable.

The tv is off, by the way.