On me: I'm infinitely passionate. My confidence is undying. Take note in the fact that I will certainly seek your assurance if I love you. Be that as it may, I simultaniously seek your hate if I loathe you. Dissaproval drives me further in being more thoroughly appreciated as opposed to getting showered with compliments that inevidebly tend to steer me towards a comfort zone which could potentially slow my progress. Perhaps you'd perceive it as apathy, but I find fear a great way to waste your time. I plan not to to tip-toe through the gardens of my life, only to reach my demise safely. Nope. Silliness is essential in regards to my every day existence. Intensity is the place in which I find my inspiration. Inspiration is the place in which I find the drive to attain much faith in far-fetched dreams. I most certainly know where I am going. However, its journey will ooze sponteniety.
My Mum Says...
Hey. You wanted to be gay. I could have told you boys are stupid.