You’re always going to be a psycho.
Ok now listen, you can change you name, your hair, your body, or your penis into a vagina and you will still be a psycho. Take this wannabe ginger snap that planned, plotted and put into action the Colorado Dark Knight Massacre. His new look shows that he has been poked in his pooper a few hundred times and is now at peace with it. I’m pretty sure he shaved his head so the orange doesn’t show underneath the mop wig he wears around prison, “Bitch Boi!” However, let him get out of prison and get into revitalizing community activities, and he will probably still slice open a few squirrels in the park.
Life changing moments that occur when all the planets align in perfect formation and then a penguin comes swooping down to halt you from getting slammed by a metro bus, won’t ever change the fact you still stalk your ex boyfriends on facebook. Or read their to do calendar thats still linked to your google account. Not saying that this has any correlation to me or any of my best friends, but in all honesty I like to type my exes names in just so I can see how ugly they are now. I also want to see how unaccomplished they are, and who their new boyfriend is so I can cut a bitch. . . jk mom. Not to sound like a douchey terd, but I would like to think that I have gotten more attractive and have a better sense of style then my earlier years. However, I still think the same crazy thoughts I got opened up to, after my totally innocent latin escapades of Florida. The more times I stop myself and realize that I am being a bit of an emotional psycho, the least likely I will use this method to settle my weary woes. But am I just bottling down the possessed demon within, and it will all explode at any given time?
God save my next relationship endeavor.