really?

Fuck this. I don't even have the words for how pissed I am right now...

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Who I am.

I might not be normal, I might not like the things you like, I might not think the way you think...but goddammit, don't judge me when you don't even know me. Piss off in your simple-mindedness. Your closed and sheltered life. I don't want to know what you think, you don't know me. You've not walked in my shoes, not even for a second could you EVER walk in my shoes. I've been through hell, and back again, and I have the burns and scars to prove it. I am a strong fucking person, and I also have feelings. I have feelings you'll never understand, emotions you've probably never even felt and could never begin to understand feeling. My heart bleeds for people, I usually wear my heart on my sleeve, but my soul is dark. My soul has been hurt, and wounded but never broken. Everyone has their own battles in life, who the hell am I-or are you-to tell them what battle is theirs? I might be a little bit fucked up, but you know what?

I think I'm pretty fucking awesome.

My tears are mine, my heart is mine, my soul is mine-and if you're lucky enough, I just might share it with you.