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I have over fifty plans of the perfect way to kill someone.
I like to write stories, but, I hate showing my writing to people.
I like to sing in public, and dance like a rat on drugs.
I am terrible at smiling. I honestly cannot smile. Unless, of course, you count my 'Oh-I-Hate-You-So-much' Smile. Which isn't even a smile. It's really a frown with an extent of joy in the fact that someday, that person will die.
I've sat in a dark room, with my eyes closed, almost every day, since I can remember, so I can try and feel what it's like to be dead.
I must confess.. I'm in love with my own sins
Sometimes, I write memos to myself on post-it notes, and then rip them up and bin them because I think memos aren't important anyways.
I like to pretend I am popular.