hey what's up fuckers, it's ya girl, I took these pictures, here is two pictures of me that I did NOT take (my husband took them, he rules)
here's my better side, please don't start jakeing off)
"There is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze — and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours — and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there.
There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil — all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it — I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape. But even after admitting this — and I have, countless times, in just about every act I’ve committed — and coming face-to-face with these truths, there is no catharsis. I gain no deeper knowledge of myself. No new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing."
Sike, that's a quote from the movie American Psycho. I just like taking pictures. Here's one of me looking very photogenic that my husband took
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