AS OF TODAY, I AM: Torn. Piss off, I'm not following anyone anymore. What happened to the classy boys in suits? What happened to the humble, conservative shy girls? What happened to the charm, intelligence, and romance? What happened to this world!? My sex may be female, but my gender is male. Pansexual pride, edging on lesbian, already vagitarian. Can i just get it out that I HATE the people who label themselves as "emo"? Really? One, it stands for emotional. Two, it's offensive. Three, it's a LABEL. Four, if people use it to bully us then why are we becoming this stereotype they've always branded us as? And five, it just isn't nowadays what it actually was creates to be which just bugs me. The only people who use that term to define themselves are usually wannabes. I myself am dark and complicated. It's truly as simple as that. I do not like wearing colours and I self harm, but who cares? And I hate Scene kids, don't even get me started. If you are any sort of religion, even slightly agnostic, kindly f**k off because I don't want you to follow me. I am Atheist and occasionally act Satanic and if you don't like that, obviously I don't care so you can go eat a bag of dicks and piss off this page. Half the people on Pandora are attention-whores and wannabes who try way too hard. Then theres those desperate lonely backstabbing lying sluts. What happened to when Pandora was for music and not a dating website? And You know what? Suicide doesnt mean to delete your account or have a friend run it for you so shut the f**k up. I dont care if you hate me because I hate me so piss off. I have way too many problems to fit in this tiny box and why scare all of you poor children away? I was in a mental hospital a couple times, the first time I escaped, the second time they let me out, the third time my mother got me out. Truth is, I probably don't like you. That, or you won't like me. Let's just keep our distance and not find out. There is a Hell. Believe me, I've seen it. There is a Heaven...let's keep it a secret.
Don't waste your time on me, I don't need more people crying when I kill myself.
I'm too lost to be saved. Everyone wants me dead. And don't you dare say you don't because you don't know me. You never will. Even if you think you do, there is always the things that I try to hide until it's too late. Everyone lies. Pretty soon, all the love you've sworn for me will deteriorate until all that's left is you in your rage fighting alongside the others to end my life.
But don't get yourself too worked up. I don't need your help...I can do it myself.
R.I.P. Maximillian Anthony Gstottenmayr 2/17/99-8/10/14 You will live on in all of our hearts, though they are breaking you're still in all of the parts.