My mind is a plated book, with one key fitting in the lock. I keep losing the key and the kindest of people have found it for me.
Name: Regurgitated Foetus
Location: In a bathtub filled with fluoroantimonic acid, United Kingdom
Member Since: Mar 01, 2015
Last Login: Mar 25, 2017
I used to have some pathetic sob story for how I feel as the 'About Me'. Seriously, I have no redeeming qualities. If I was dead, YES EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE would feel better. The side of me that keeps telling me, "Tomorrow is another day." Is what's keeping me alive. Any friend I've made irl, likes me because I'm generous, that's it, that's all I'm good for. Is this good enough for you?
Why do I feel so scared? Like I do not belong
Maybe thats the way it is and how its meant to be
Stuck forever on the bridge between
A lifetime of stains wasting away slowly down the drain
No mercy, no reprisal
No second chance
Bring Me The Horizon
Favourite Films & TV
Education / Occupation
Everything I do leads to shit, no matter how hard I try.
Who I'd Like To Meet
Are you friendly?