I like my bed more than i like most people.
2 years ago
I hate when people ask me: What happened to the sweet old you? Well,bitches like you killed it.
Some people tell me to be myself. But i always get in trouble when i do it.
I’m going to be very busy in the afterlife. The list of people i’m going to hunt grows everyday.
Everyday i am forced to add another name to the list of people i’m gonna eat when the zombie apocalypse comes.