Call me Annaece
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I am by no means sweet, glamorous, or innocent. And for the sake of reputation, I don’t pretend to be. I am mean, bitchy, crazy, loud, obnoxious, perverted, and at times just plain, flat-out weird. Despite all that, if you get past my defense mechanisms, you just might find a girl who’s kindhearted.
Words are my therapy. I’m not the best poet, but I do try. I absolutely love music. It’s my main inspiration along with my actual life. I’m not some damn emo kid, either. Yes, I have cut myself plenty of times, in the past, but I didn’t do it for attention. I don’t do it for attention. Cutting was a way out of reality into my own little sanctuary. The bands I listen to never induced me to cutting, in fact they pushed me away from it.
I like to love broken people: I’m an extremely open-minded person. How open minded you say? I don’t give a damn if you’re a gay guy who’s swallowed cock and cross dresses, as long as you’re not an asshole or a poseur, I’ll be your friend.
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I dropped all of my lovers.
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Angel, what we had was fake.
Charlie, you were never meant for me.
Wednesday, I’m missing you to fucking death.
Damien, love and lust are two different things.
xo
Annaece
“I’ve come to find my heart
isn’t right with my soul.”
-- I Once Was Lost,
But Now am Profound by From First to Last
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