I'm strange. For many reasons. I enjoy being alone as much as I enjoy being with people. I love nature, and quite literally hug trees. I dress a mixture of goth and hippy. I'm pagan, and honour long-forgotten gods. I daydream to the extent that I'm absent from this world more than I'm in it. I draw strange faceless people. People fascinate me. I like to sit and just watch people - especially those who seem different in some way. I apologise if I appear to be staring at you - it's not intentional. Humanity is destructive and ignorant - but at the same time, strangely beautiful. I like meeting new people, talking to strangers. I'm often talkative when I'm silent inside. I adore a mix of music, though my interests predominately lie in metal. If you see my lips moving wordlessly, it's because I am miming the lyrics to what I am listening to - I'm not muttering incantations! Fantasy books are more real to me than real life.

I'm the one who people yell "freak" at - and it makes me smile. You can't insult me by telling me how different I am, because I'm proud to be so.



"Caged in ribs and rhymes I can fake the joy,
And I guess sometimes I prefer the void.
But I swear somewhere deep within that hole,
Lies a filthy heart that was once a soul."