This is really seriously a problem of mine:
Sometimes I wish somebody would just love me for me.
I want to a find a somebody who loves me with demon wings on my back, 3 lobe pierces, an industrial on both sides, dreads that are black/burgundy dark purple and blue, monroe, nipples pierced, bellybutton pierced and red eyes (contacts)...but when everyone hears of these soon to be changes they shudder or try to change me. They never like my music or the fact that I love being in moshpits, slamming pits, hell fucking yes I love it it's like an adrenline rush and you get so close to people.
Sometimes I wish somebody would just love me for me.
I want to a find a somebody who loves me with demon wings on my back, 3 lobe pierces, an industrial on both sides, dreads that are black/burgundy dark purple and blue, monroe, nipples pierced, bellybutton pierced and red eyes (contacts)...but when everyone hears of these soon to be changes they shudder or try to change me. They never like my music or the fact that I love being in moshpits, slamming pits, hell fucking yes I love it it's like an adrenline rush and you get so close to people.
sort of like this,