@SICKFVCKMickey aka Mr. Spooky,
You manipulate my pulse from slow to fast. You may be a psycho killer but you'll always be my psycho lover boi. ♥
@Ri0t, my sessster, bff,....I guess you ain't so bad :) ♥
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Maybe it was my ADHD or my Bipolar or both, but as a child, I would put in my headphones and just pretend I’m living… this is what I did for fun, I would put my headphones on over my ears and wear a beanie to keep them from falling off. I would put on something with sick drums and a kick ass guitar, grab my skateboard and push wood. Synchronized with the music, of course, this was more convincing to me that I was not in my life, but that I was in this fictional reality. This reality didn’t even need to be better, it just needed to be not my life, but it always was, better that is. If I didn’t have my skateboard I would interpret the song and either skip to it, walk rhythmically to it, or rock out somewhere; it depended on the song really. This was my first drug and I could not understand why nobody else wanted to live the way I was living… the only thing I wished differently is for the music to play out loud and not only in my head as this tended to make me feel self-conscious or awkward in the supermarket or at public places in general. Life became a music video, and I became the voice, my emotions the music, my brain the lyrics, my character a poet, personifying sacrifice. I couldn’t understand why everyone else was so BORING! Why they didn’t see me there skipping down the street and running to catch up with me and say, “hey, what are you doing?” … or something along those lines. I didn’t understand why I was alone still in this new world.
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You're the reason
That the angels are singing
To terrified shepherds tonight
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