my name, not your issue

Bios are weird. Strangers read them and I don't know who they are and its a scary scary thing, my friends.

WHY DO YOU WANT TO KNOW ME?!

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Hello people of the interwebs! I don't know how you managed to stumble across my page (me: *runs away* STALKERS) but now that you're here, let's learn about my cray self!

ANIME IS THE BOMB.COM
BANDS! GOTTA HAVE EM *giggles evilly* in my basement
WRITING MAN! LOVE IT!
READING! ALL DAY ERRYDAY!
YOUTUBE BAES
UH, NETFLIX IS MY ONLY RELIGION
MUSIC
ANTISOCIAL
WEIRD
REESES OBSESSED
OREOS. CREAM.

Okay. As you can see I'm a weird little BAKA. Or maybe a lot...

I might have been dropped on the head as a baby...

My parents say they didn't... That I was born this way...

Oh well! IM FUCKING CRAZY AND I LOVE IT!

My friends are always telling me I should go talk to someone about my issues...

But they aren't issues! That is just who I am DAMMIT! DEAL WITH IT!

Then they look at me and I know what's going through their heads.... "Why in the hell am I friends with this chick?"

After that, I smile and say, "because once you start talking to me, you become addicted. Once your addicted, you keep coming back for more. And when you come back I just get weirder, making you want to find out how weird I could get."

There's usually a stunned silence that follows.

Then the process repeats in an endless cycle. Me driving people insane, while the others are like druggies waiting for their next fix. 

I wrote this in math class. Sorry, not sorry.

Leave me a message if you feel the need.
Follow to make me extremely happy.

Current Stories:

Finished Stories:
~ Catalyst

Just a warning, my stories are shitty, but hey, why not?

Hehe, love you people, I'm out.

~xXRainbow_OreosXx~