I Wanted My Anger To Be Valid,

How Can You Love Me If You Dont Know Me? I Stink Really Bad.

I Have A Deathly Fear Of Mediocrity And That Nips At My Heels And Gets Me Into A Lot Of Trouble.

I Like To Behave In An Extremely Normal, Wholesome Manner For The Most Part In My Daily Life. Even If Mentally I'm Consumed With Sick Visions Of Violence, Terror, Sex And Death.

I Like All The Angels Around Because They Protect Me And My Daughter. I Mean, Her Dad's An Angel.

I Want To Be The Girl With The Most Cake.