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I like boys who kiss boys, wearing different coloured laces and pretending I have a life.

I have opinions. Lots of them. Don't waste your time telling me you disagree with them, coz I'm right. And frankly, not listening anyway.

I'm the shit. Deal with it.

If you love me, I love you too. If you hate me, you're jealous and I pity you.

I like words.

Poetry. 

Tradgedy. 

Glamour. 

Flash. 

Melt. 

Moan. 

Make me a friend. Make me an enemy. They're pretty much the same thing.

Tell me I'm a bitch. Tell me I'm insane. Tell me I need help. Tell me I'm a whore. I live for it.

Praise me. Plot against me. Do whatever you can to convince yourself you're worth it.

Be cynical. Life's more fun. I promise.

Manipulate the shit out of everyone in your life. And then a little more. 

My life is a musical that I sprinkle glitter and faux emo all over while dancing to catchy pop songs and pretending to have actual relationships with my best friends. I deal. Quote me on it.