In fact,. there's not a thing I could possibly tell about me.. Discribing myself is weird and complicated, maybe I'm just weird and complicated.. I just.. I just don't want to.. Wings are so external.. they do not show what's underneath, or deep within one's soul... I've come to realize that people ain't allways what they seem to be.. even the people closest to you.. I hate being perseptive.. why can't I be stupid.. And just give a <#$<! about everything.. I love watermelons.. wafles. . and sushi..