Tortured artist. Popular enough not to starve. Favorite shirt is a distressed white T. Long hair, don't care. Neck tattoos. Brood a lot. Fuck a lot. Party a lot. Cry alone a lot. "Still waters run deep." Eventually I'm found dead. But my pain, made purpose, is immortalized.

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lulz I think self quarantine is beginning to make me "spiral" towards my subconscious and so the above becomes more attractive by the day.