writing monologues about being a serial killer and finding sexual language in Frankenstein.. lovely night. getting into the crazy zone which I love quite dearly, although not exactly sure how anyone outside my head would take the craziness. I mean.. murdering small children and newborn babies?? and only having any emotion by being everjoyed at the blood and power of killing another. quite honestly the blood and pain is kinda hot.. except the death part. that would suck to gave someone die while you're fucking then or something.
I'm twisted, whatever. it's all part of the whole bdsm thing. just makes it that much harder to find people who can actually understand and all that shizz. although bdsm is pretty big in the lgbt community..
yeah. so I'm totes mcgoats gunna be dreaming about some crazy-ass kinky shit tonight even if I don't mean to and I don't remember any of it. it would be nice if more people I know (and don't hate me) were into that kind of thing, but whatever, bring the pain bitchhhh :)
need to get out of my head more, start actually talking to people instead if just random jokes and comentary on life. I mean, legit conversations about things other than.. if Timothy is god or random facts about governments are hard to come by at all. and most of the time I don't ever bother participating in those. just bitching about life and pointless teenagerly things. I miss actually talking to people, figuring out who they really are, that kind of stuff. when things don't seem so pointless.
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