McKinsey Rose Lynn

Crazy

Crazy. Baby that's what I am. My psychotic mind intertwines with your normal mind. I'm not normal. Killers, blood, guts run threw my mind. Sadness. Gruesome thoughts run threw like a freight train. Im the mad hatter in your wonderland. Im the Morticia Gomez to your Richey Rich. Im the kind of person who stays up studying killers, and their killings. Im the kind of person who doesn't freak  out watching horror movies. I sit there, admiring the killer. I like psychotic men. Stock holm syndrome is just falling in love with your captor, no big deal. Love is love. I love Gothic themed everything. Black is a happy color. Im crazy? Baby you think I don't know it? Music? Baby I'll listen to anything from Scremo/heavy metal right down to home town country. I like studying Satanism. Weird? No its interesting to me. Don't like me? Do I look like I care?

Comments1

  • NikitaPassmore

    It dosen't matter as long as you're being you



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