Name's Tucker.
I can be described in mostly 'A' words;
Androgynous
Athiest
Artist
Ambidextrous
Asshole.
I'm not emotional, and people who are tend to piss me off.
I don't have any sort of 'scene'. I'm schizophrenic and angry and generally not a good person. This is somewhere for me to vent. I don't want your pity
Pesterchum; schizoidInebriation.
Tumblr; prismaticPsychosis.
I used to cut myself-badly-because it made the voices
stop. But I was punished by my mother for the bloodsplatters on
the walls. She was embarrased by me and grounded me and took away
my eating rights until I quit. I was hungry, so I finally did.
But I'm scared I might do it again now that I'm away from
her. I want them to leave me alone.
A lot of girls say that they want to die,
because no one likes them, Or they hate their bodies. You can
change your body. You have a future. I'm stuck forever with
my broken brain, and these years are the best ones I'm ever
going to have. Your problems could be so much worse.