Well. My names Ryan, I’m from North shore, Auckland, New Zealand. 16, straight as a nail, with a mind so immensely deep you’ll be drowned in complexities.
I’m not depressed whatsoever, thoroughly happy about life, being depressed is a waste of time, & nothing extremely bad has occurred in my lifespan.
Most religious people make me laugh, considering you can’t have a legitimate debate about things without them storming off saying you’re wrong without proof or evidence, as well as the preachers that don’t ever give up.
I can write poetry, when I feel like it, fucking good poetry.
I think deeply every day, I never act of anger or from impulses, I think before I make decisions, before words are emitted from my mouth, I think about how they’ll react, how they’d feel, & what purpose it will serve. I’m thoroughly intelligent in my own way, not school wise though.
I couldn’t explain how much I hate humans as a collective group, they sicken me with their judgemental & assumptious bullshit.
I really couldn’t give less of a fuck what people think of me, I do what I want, look how I want, and act how I want, they can accept it, or deal with it.
I’m basically only good at helping people in any way I can, it makes me happy. I’m going to be a psychologist, so if you have depression, or whatnot, talk to me. Like legitimately please do, I’ll help you in any known way I can and I promise you won’t regret it. Knowing I made somebody smile, is the best way to make my day.
I don’t consider myself scene, or any other labels/ groups, I am me and I do what I want.
Anime addicted, always one too many to watch.
Gamer with a passion.
I find drugs interesting, they make you think in different ways & can create wonders.
I’m just a lone survivor, in a world full of chaos, chaos created by ones self, as a normal world is unsalvageable. Death is inevitable, yet a paradise from such imbeciles.
My only regret in life, is understanding, all of the faults, subconsciously in people. Naivety & immature, my enemies in disguise.
Many many things I could write on this that you wouldn’t quite understand; Too many things to understand about me, that would bewilder your concept of understanding.
“I’m not psychotic; I just like psychotic things.” – Gerard Way