moopbop

I guess if you have to give me a name, it'd be Patrick. But what the fuck is a name? To me, it's a way for people to hold the past against you. For all of the things you've fucked up to come bite you in the ass.

I like to play in fire, I like to put in my headphones and block out what everyone else is saying, I like the quietness of sleep. People always tell me that the purpose of life is to make others happy...I disagree. There is no fucking purpose, is there? It's just a rat race to see who can have the most money and biggest houses and in the end, none of it matters at all. You live life to be alive. I'm out of the rat race. Care to join me?

The only thing I fear is not being heard. And heights. Fucking heights...It feels like I'm constantly screaming, and no one decides to listen. Well, not nobody. Cthulucookie and Isawi are probably the coolest people I've ever met, and I've known them for...a few weeks? That's some impression. I'm probably gonna get shit from you guys if you read this, but you're some of the nicest people I've met.

I'm coming so Sweden when I turn 18, which is...2 years and 2 months from now (I'm gonna have to update this a fuck ton..>.<), so don't be shy on correcting my Swedish. I won't get upset over you making me more intelligent, I promise.

In my heart, I have but one desire...and that one is you...no one else will do.