My Name is Nick, it has something do with victory.. but I'm no winner.
I'll tell you now, I'm not going to write this with the worry of being uninteresting, appealing, or fucking worth your time. 'Cause chances are you aren't worth mine. Now that may have come off a tad rude but I've actually lost a majority of hope in humanity and society. The human race will destroy itself... either with bands like Panic! At The Disco or corruption and war. I believe the idea of originality is dead, with the scene and fashionxcore crap. You don't have anything to be conceided about because you've brought back the '80s hair trend and can spell big words you'll never use in real life you pricks. Now, I don't concern myself with politics, sympathy for others. If it doesn't affect me directly, I pretty much don't care. I'm not mean or heartless, just live by the fact that, fuck, I've got one life to live, why in the fucking world am I going to give that up so some alchoholic homeless person can go get a job to fuel his booze funds? Well, anyways, let's get personal. I am taken, and damn lucky for it to. You'd never think such a near misanthropic teenager could have found what I've found, but as far as I know, I have fallen in love. So I say this to you - haha nananana booboo. We've been together for over a year and a half now, again.... nananana booboo. I do consider her perfect, and I treat her like it. Well... I'm rambling, and enjoying it. But as for physical appearance. Just imagine a kid who doesn't get a whole lot of sun and appreciates the significance of a good old fashioned t-shirt and jeans. Oh that and I'm retardedly tall. I don't believe in religion, morality is a myth, as is peace. You cannot extinguish immorality or hatred/anger/wrath, it's in human nature. But, preach on hippie idiots. I have two things I breathe for in life... (1)Girlfriend(2)Death Metal. If you don't like death metal... well you're probably a pussy, or a girl... or a lesbian. I want to one day start a band, as a vocalist, I should probably wait until my vocal chords develop, but I am eager. Not alot more about me to talk about but I will probably end up ranting for alot longer... wait no, I'm done.
I love her.
Never let it go
I ♥ My Angel of Death