I'm partial to left arrows

Love me,
love my ridiculous outfit.
Love my words,
my thoughts,

my perfect replica of only one person.
Myself.

well, you dont have to love me.

In fact...

Hate me.
Hate the torn skin under my eye
Hate the way i remind you of something
hate the way I talk to much
my choices,

My perfect replica of only one person.
Myself.

Wanna know I secret?





I dont really care.










<3