| Don't you just hate it when some of your really good stuff only gets, like, 3 views? |
by ~lucifers-angel-6
by ~lucifers-angel-6
| FUCK YOU AND YOUR SOCIETY, TOO. : My name is Francie Kelleher and I have the innocent and hopeful mindset of a little girl. It hurts to look at other people because I know I'll never be that happy. I was torn away from my home, my friends, and my world. I doubt I'll ever meet happiness. I'm really shy at first, then pretty awkward. You will only know the real me if you talk to me face to face and one-on-one. I tend to get inhibited by surrounding people and settings, as stupid as it sounds. I tend to camouflage myself to match the personalities of the ones around me at the present time. I cannot turn it off, and it infuriates me. But this tactic often doesn't work, because I'm never comfortable around unfamiliar people. I act all fucking fun and bubbly because that's the only thing that I can do to not hear my thoughts, because I know if I do, I'll go insane. I'm not as happy or "out there" as I seem, that's just me overcompensating by trying to seem like everything's just very fucking peachy when it's not, and all I want to do is drag a ragged bit of glass across my skin. If I seem excited enough to shit a unicorn-shaped lightning bolt, then chances are that I'm trying to distract myself for something currently going on a few feet away. Goddamnit, I lack subtlety. I'm the past-form of a woman twenty years from now, living alone in a big city with no one but her skeletons in the closet for company. I'm a dumbass and I cannot lie, unless the lie is fashioned in a way to keep myself out of trouble. I like tricking people. I don't actually trust anyone, and no matter how close you are to me, you probably don't know me. Which isn't at all surprising, because I don't even know myself at this point. All I know is that I want to go home, and I don't know where home is yet. And the truth is, I'd rather stay home and curl up with my kitten on the couch rather than do anything else in the world. I hate people. That's what I'm about. I wish I was a bird, because I'd fly across the Atlantic and live in the Valdres Mountains in Norway by myself. School is brutal, I can't stand being in crowded places. It makes me nervous. I suck at talking to 70% of people. Some, I just click with. If you can pull a conversation out of thin air, we'll get along fine. (: |
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also, thanks for the favorite.
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in soviet russia, favorites thank you.
i need to stop that.
also i just faved santa.
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D: thank you again.
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no problem.
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?Music fREak!
Être mon amour <3
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?Music fREak!
Être mon amour <3
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?Music fREak!
Être mon amour <3
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