Twisted and contorted.
I want to scream "What the hell."
I want to run out of the house and lead the life that makes me foul.

Great, just great. My mind, my heart is rotting into this weird person that I don't understand. Not that I understand myself in the first place, it's just that, I don't understand this person I look in the mirror for the past week more.
People always go around saying, "Life is short, you should do what you want to do most."
Yea right, too bad in this living world, there's something called UNDERAGE.
I've been feeling pissed for about a week about the fact that I'm a 15 year old, so called immature girl. NC-16, blah. 18 years and above to go inside, blah. "Oh? 15 only?", blah.
I can handle sexual and violent scenes, I can protect myself by kicking dicks, I am not ONLY 15. I am a 15 year old with a brain.

I'm sick and tired of myself nagging and complaining about myself on the blog every time I post. CHANGE MY LIFE, CHANGE MY LIFE. I want to be FREE!




Oh, and don't force me to be bitchy, because I don't like me bitchy self. Neither would you.