Introducing Myself and Setting Things Straight. Not Me, But Things.

Hello, my lovely readers! First off, this is not a no-straights-allowed blog. Everyone and everything is allowed on here. Doesn't matter if you're black, white, gay, straight, human, unicorn, a nerd, a jock, or a potato. No discrimination here! Every day can be Pride Day if you want!

I created this blog so I can talk about random stuff. No matter how silly or serious, relevant or obscure, if you can think it, I will type it.

Let's get a few things straight. (Not me, but things.) I am thirteen years old, I live in New Zealand, I am bisexual (or pansexual - haven't figured it out yet.), and I love black cats. I'm into rock and death metal, I dress in black, and I love to read. Anything and everything.

If you want to, you can see my Facebook and Instagram under these names - just_for_kicks137 for Instagram, and Callie Harvard for Facebook. Callie is not my real name, I chose the sexiest name I could find and a random US college for it. Because, apparently, Anonymous Bisexual is not a proper name. I know right? It totally could be.

Now, I'm running out of battery - my computer is really shit - so this is goodbye for now. Have a purrfect time without me!

- Anonymous Bisexual

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Face Reveal... In The Future.

So, hello guys. I don't even know if any of you, or anyone at all are going to read this. I've kind of lost hope to be honest. I think that by now I should've had at least one reader. But, I'm thinking sometime, in the future, I'll reveal my face to you guys. I don't want to, but if you guys think I should, then I will. Please, I need to find one person out there. One person that cares. No one cares about me. Why would they? There's other people. More beautiful or handsome, funnier, skinnier, sexier... I'm nothing. Nobody. Fat, ugly, antisocial, a mess. I laugh it off, joking and flirting, but inside... I'm dying. Signing off, for what may be the last time, Anonymous Bisexual.

Grief and Fucking Cars Up

Sorry, I haven't posted in a while - I was staying at my grandparents' and they don't have Wi-Fi. Anyway. While I was there, on the last night, I heard a loud thump outside, I thought it was just the wind, so I turned over to go to sleep. But then I hear my uncle - lets' call him Reaper - yelling at someone or something outside. I get up, and Reaper is running inside with his cat Hook in his arms. Reaper was crying, and his girlfriend - Rower - ran to get my aunt and nanna, Vet and Baker. Hook was lying on the floor, looking peacefully asleep. Except for that fact, blood was coming out of his mouth. Reaper was crying and shaking with rage. He said and I quote 'I'll smash up every white Toyota Corrola until the motherfucker steps up.' We are all grieving for Hookie, and I hope he'll be alright.

Why Homework? Why????

Hello my friends! I have something horrible to talk to you about. Yes, the mood killer, my one true nemesis, the constant pain in a world of laughter. Homewor- I can't even type it without gagging! Sometimes, I wish that my homework was related to my ships or fangirling, because then I'd be the best of the best. Bandoms, fandoms, slashes, and so much more! But seriously, this is how much I love you guys. I'm forfeiting homework so I can write this stuff. If I end up homeless and jobless and am found frozen in a sleeping bag under a bridge, its your fault! I suppose it would be fair to tell you my age, so you don't get confuddles while I ramble on and on about my life. I am thirteen years old, with the mind and innocence of a 25-year-old porn star. Fuck yeah! Gotta go, but this was nice. Fuck ya later!

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