|mooncalled-whiterose.deviantar… (Commission Info)|
A crumpled up letterYou find the parchment in the remnants of an old campsite, laying close to a pile of ashes, long since cold. Somehow, the letter has survived the wind and the rain and the fire. Picking it up, you uncrumple the aged, faded parchment to see an unaddressed, unsigned letter, although it's obvious who it's being written to. The handwriting is careful and precise. Toward the end, a few paragraphs are slightly obscured, the ink running as if drops of salt water had been dropped on them.A crumpled up letter by mooncalled-whiterose
My parents never really understood who I am. They never could understand why I was never interested in the girls and women they introduced me to. Oh, that endless line of young things, many of them half my age. Some even younger. I guess I didn't understand then, either, why all their large, batting eyes and carefully displayed skin failed to do anything more than make me feel ill. I tried, I really did, but it just felt so... wrong. Like I was lying to them. Like I was lying to myself. I di
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Current Residence: Canada. <3
Favourite genre of music: Rawk. Rawk and loud, throbbing techno
Favourite style of art: Anime, manga.... I like almost everything.
Operating System: Vista. It's not that bad, really. Stupid Apple.
MP3 player of choice: My iDare, the poor, dying thing.
Shell of choice: I hate seafood! D8<
Skin of choice: OMG YOU RACIST! D8
Favourite cartoon character: The Joker <3
Personal Quote: "Wait... what? o.o?"