Why do people really think that i am interrested in their fucking problems? Maybe i'm wearing superficiality too much on my queer face or maybe i listen too many pop songs? Sometimes (yes i often use the word "sometimes") i feel like the most important subject i have to care about is me. It's not that i totaly hate every single human being on earth, it's just that i love me more. I spend my time wanting to be someone because it's too hard to find who i really am and i stopped checking for the monster outside my bed when i realized that he was inside me. This creature is growing up and my heart is his bait. At the moment i am pretty interrested (or obssessed) with vampires not those shitty teenagers from twilight obviously, i should stop watching TB all the time. I want boys, girls and BLOOD. Renfield syndrome?