Yeah, so, hi... again. I tend to rewrite this thing every three months (or whenever I actually get around to checking this site... which is every few months... yeah... who would have guessed?).
Anyways, you can call me Zwerg... or another other nickname that you come up with as long as I don't despise it.
Ummmmmmm... um um ummmm.... No, I'm not making my profile very pretty, sorry kids... I just put up one of my new pictures, and it seems that I've gone back to that mask of goth make-up. Oh well. If you actually knew me in person, you'd soon realize that I don't really enjoy my Personal Pity Parties (AKA bitching and complaining to those who couldn't figure that much out), and I don't exactly enjoy being a teenager... mainly because I'm surrounded by even more teenagers. BAH! Teenagers! What the fuck are they good for? (pedophiles don't have to answer that one)
Hmmmm... music! Yeah, music. I love David Bowie, he's always been a creative genius in each of his incarnations. Tiamat, Oomph!, Dir en grey, Oingo Boingo, Within Temptation, Zeromancer, Omnia, Clan of Xymox, Dresden Dolls, Arch Enemy, Light This City, Blind Guardian, many more...
So, now that that's done, I'll continue to ramble on about myself... most of you probably won't read this, but okay. I'm considering a career in the field of psychology because of the amount of people who randomly confess all of their problems to be and piss and moan about everything. I want to be paid by the hour now, damn it! I've talked four people out of suicide and I completely fucking HATE suicide... blehhhhhhhh... but don't get the wrong impression. I am, in fact, very compassionate and a good listener. I'd probably break all of the doctor-patient relationships though because I hug too many people.
Moving right along... yes, I am single, but I'm not interested in online relationships. The three that I've had completely fucked me up, and I don't need any more stupid dramatic bullshit in that arena. Okay, thank you. Anyways, if you were wondering, I'm pretty sure that I'm straight (sorry ladies) but who the hell knows for sure when they're a teenager?
Yes, I tend to rant about teenagers. Sorry. I just don't like them too much. They are the reasons why animals sometimes eat their own young, I swear.
Yeah... I'm stopping here. Thanks for reading if you actually bothered.
