Fuck your insights.

I'm a crazy ass, indecisive, overreactive, uncontainable, destructive mess. There is nothing that I don't touch that doesn't break. My hands are so cursed that one touch could cost you an entire year of good vibes, and believe me, It's really as bad as you think. I am a work in progress, and I need help. I, more often than not, care more about myself than I do other people and I don't see any reason why there should be a problem with that. Do you? I used to just laugh at the idea of having a tumblr account, and look where that brought me. Do follow. 8D