I am Weslie, what would there be to tell you. First off, you probably hate me, that is good, it means I am accomplishing what I set out to do each day. If I told you what I really was, you probably would not believe me. I have a taste for blood, and well, flesh.
I am a very nice person, unless you are some stupid kid who thinks your life is totally hell because you live in the suburbs and your parents dont have time for you, you need your ass beat, thats whats wrong with you.
I have problems with ranting, especially when some little bitch (I use this word applying to both males and females) is being stupid, or fake, or you want to complain because you are crying for attention.
I will tell you something, noone cares if you cut yourself, it is suppose to help you, not something to brag about like it makes you cool. If you brag about cutting or play at it like it is some tool for attention, you should just go ahead, and slit your throat, becuase you are obviously drowning in self pity, and won't last one minute in the real world. Thank God, most of you are still children, and will grow out of it.
I tolerate people who cannot tell the difference between someone who is fake, and someone who is real. I wouldn't have to, if more people would take my advice and google Scene or Emo...you would would see what I am talking about.
I just said "Thank God", I actually do not believe in him, or any other form of deity. I am a realist, You start at the beginning, you get to the end, then STOP.
I am actually more intelligent then I lead people to believe, but do not let that trick you into a false security that I will always know what you are talking about.... I am clueless on things such as Astrology, and Most Chemistry based sciences, except Bio-Chemistry...among other things....
There are plenty of more things I will add to this as I come up with them....
"Still your cheesy erections till I've had my say, but later when you
shag and later you will shag.
I shall expect it of you and I will know if you have let me down.
I wish you to shag with my homuncular image rattleing in your gonads.
Feel how it was for me, how it is for me
And ponder.
Was that shudder that same shudder he sensed?
Did he know something more profound?
Or is there some wall of wretchedness that we all batter with our heads
at the shining live long moment?
That is it,
That is my prologue,
Nothin in rhyme,
No protestations of modesty,
You were not expecting that I hope." -Prologue- William Control
