Kibas blogg

You know what's worse than being stalked? Having your stalker ruin your life. Fuck you, darling.

Tja!
Så jag heter Kiba, eller Foxboy-Kiba. Jag är från USA så jag är lite sisådär med språket men jag försöker göra mitt bästa! ^-^

Så jag bor på Gotland och jag tycker om att träffa nya personer, så jag tänkte. Hej, kanske kan jag träffa personer på Gotland!
Någon som träffas? Och om det är flera som vill. Kanske kan vi träffas som ett stort grupp som främlingar, eller vem vet? Kanske träffar du någon du känner.

Var bara en tanke.


But in other news. Kiba's back, back again, tell a friend!
Got done with my move so I should be alot more active around here, yay!

I miss the time where friends were easy to find, where no one wanted you for their own gain.
I miss the time when things were bright.
I miss my home.
I miss my family.
I miss my friends.
I miss being happy.

Yeah yeah, I get it "Öh, så emo av dig att säga!", jag är för fan på emocore.
It doesn't make my words any different from the truth for the irony of me saying them here.
If anyone would like to become a friend of mine, go ahead and say so, I would appreciate it.

Grab me by my collar tightly, pull my face close to yours and tell me I'm yours and only yours without hesitation.

If that is done, I am forever on my knees for you to do as you wish. I need control.

The more time progresses, I'm beginning to fear more and more for my own saftey. I know one isn't safe in the first place in public to be different, but I do believe that any day alone in public, I'd be beaten down or worse.

Well I've basicly dropped head-over-heels, absolutely inlove!

I've been recently looking for a way to improve my appearance clothing wise and I stumbled across J-Rock/Metal or "Visual Kei" and without a doubt at some point, I'm going to have to pick up a few pieces of J-rock clothing.

It shouldn't be much of a change to the clothing I already wear, though perhaps an improvement. I sat online for hours just browsing different sorts of J-rock clothing and my eyes turned to hearts for awhile! x3

I was thinking of getting a black veil mask, some new pants (perhaps shorts with a short garter clipping onto thigh-high leg warmers), perhaps a new jacket and some longer armwarmers than the ones I already have.

If any of you guys come up with any cool ideas for me, or have some awesome J-Rock or "Visual Kei" pics, just toss them att me and I'll check 'em out!

Hearts to everyone! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Okay, let's start this easy. If you don't like swearing, then leave because I'm going on a rant.

Fuck you, WolfPack. Don't like it? Come get me.

Second: I've had enough. Enough what? I've had enough of this fucking hurt!
I've had enough knives shoved into my back and gut, so many pins being pressed into my heart and draining me of this crimson liquid. I've had enough of trusting people. I've had enough of even getting close to anyone.
Keep this in mind, if I find anything suspicious of anyone, any hint to wanting me hurt, I'm going to dropkick them from a cliff.

If anyone speaks to me from now on, also, stop the fucking pitty. If I'm your friend, speak to me as a friend, not a hurt little puppy, lost and without home.
I'm a human being, not a damn dog.

Keep that in mind when you decide to fuck up my torn heart even more.

Rant over.

Jag vet inte ens om någon läser mina bloggar, men jag delar detta med dom enstaka som kanske gör det.

Jag har ett riktigt problem som jag måste lösa, och kanske kan ni hjälpa till.
Jag vill inte heller såra eller peka ut någon, om det är någon av er som känner att jag kanske menar er.

Men, detta som jag säger nu är att ni är inte ensamma om det, och inte dom enda.

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Well, I have to start off with a short background story.
Starting roughly a year and a half ago back, I've started to notice the increase of interests that have started to show up, not to say my interests, but others who take a fancy in myself, I've come across many females, and males for that matter who have started hitting on me, and I'm not saying this of assumtion of that someone 'likes' me, but they have actually willingly gone up to confess this.
I don't know what it is that's caused this sudden spark between so many and myself, but it's become somewhat over the edge.
I do find it adorable, cute and envy those who actually dare to say such things, I'm not saying you have to stop, though the half of these people are trying to get into my pants, leading me to awkward excuses for a quick gettaway.
I just want these people to maybe try to get to know me a bit better.
Sure, I may have a friendly, happy and generous side, but please don't instantly believe me to be all that.
Try approaching me as a friend..

And to those curious, how many have I counted up to? 14 definate interests, being nearly 1 every month popping out of the blue and trying to wrap all themselves around me at once.

I just want people to befriend me rather than get with me..

For the past 7 days, Kiba had been locked up in a hospital room, no permission to leave, had nodes/electrodes stuck to his head, some sort of heart monitor, of which couldn't be removed.
The nodes had to be replaced multiple times every day, pulling this clay-like stuff out of my hair, ripping out multiple strands, only to add more of the stuff.
Sure, maybe I got some free food every day, (worse than school food.) and a free trip to Stockholm, but if I was asked to go again, I'd say straight up 'Nope', then hide in a cardboard box.
I don't ever want to go back to a hospital, ever after this experience.
Filmed 24/7, having machines and shite everywhere, no friends over, not even a proper view of outside, then to top it all off, 4 hours of sleep every day, then the last day, no sleep at all!
My mind nearly considdered being evil, almost going completely beserk.
This isn't good for anyone's mental health.
Well.. if they don't find out what's wrong with me soon, I'm just going to stop caring of it.. It's doing more trouble taking these tests and going to different hospitals than what my fainting is actually doing. Sure, I've hit my head and collapsed in some pretty scary places, but I've not been wounded as of yet.

Well, despite being cooped up in the house for various reasons, among one of which also being my feinting issue, I'm quite well, though I've been craving a simple hug for ages at this point.
Every day for the past couple weeks has mainly been staring at a wall and thinking of the good past.
Also the thought of being 16 in just a few weeks gets to me.
It felt like everything has just gone so fast..