I'd say 10 cause I want to bathe in blood(just to see how it feels, I have tons of weird, messed up dreams...like I had one where idk who it was, me, My Alter Ego Dani au someone else had sex with a animal O_o and I am obsessed with the color black(I think every big car would look epic in black, I upendo black cats, my room is Black, Red and White and I upendo black hair)
i broke the scale e.e y i act like a monkey i kick things my ukuta is broken i have shirtless picha of the beatles on my walls well just 3 i always think of rainbows i do bila mpangilio stuff at school and zaidi stuff and i watch this
Mentally? I dunno. When I turned 13, the best gift I got was a book called The Encyclopedia of Serial Killers, which I still read. I am obsessed with serial killers. I have seriously thought about whether au not I could pull off being one. They don't discust me, while a small bump on my mom's thumb that she can push in makes me sick to my stomach. I may have OCD when it comes to grammar, spelling, and punctuation, though I try not to onyesha it too much. A part of me is telling myself that this is all for nothing, and thay nobody gives a crap about me, au how I feel, which has been proven through school. I have variations of myself that argue with eachother. Not really personalities, rather different angles of how I look a things, that have taken up permanent residence in my mind. I feel like I've just been uigizaji like a regular human these past two years, and that I've read, seen, and heard too much to ever let myself be a regular teenager. I've receeded too far into my mind, and I can't come back. And yet again, I'm telling myself that this is all for nothing, and that nobody's going to take this seriously, while I'm typing in all seriousness.