I mean whats to say? I like to write, draw with pencils in the dark, and occasionally die my hair whatever color i think my parents will hate the most. I like music where people scream so loud you cant understand the lyrics, and amatuer tattoos of dragons and local bands. I feel like no one understand me, not even myself. I like to blog about my dreams, which usually involve someone walking around a graveyard in a long black trenchcoat they got from hot topic at the monmouth mall. People who have jobs and contribute to society make me mad. If you wanna play dungeons and dragons, make out on a tombstone, and cry about never being loved by your stepfather im probably your guy. p.s. tight black clothes and gloves with the fingers cut off rock.

Pesci