ZomZai

I never thought I'd say this; there's definitely something in me. Something nagging me. I've only been fighting the--demons, can we call them?--since I was young. I've become used to it. A pro. Why, you could call me a "demon fighter". It's only natural that when these feelings occur I'll ignore them and go about my day. Why? Because that's how you live life. Life is a game. It's a game that we're ALL playing in, you hear me? YOU are playing in the game, right along side me. Maybe, like an RPG. You're all just role-playing aren't you? Someone plays the popular girl, captain of the cheer-leading team. Someone plays the poor nerd, who'll later

                   

That moment when your brother calls people a faggot in public and you end up dragging him home and whooping him...o.o TURNS OUT: I kicked his ass, how? I put one foot on his right arm while my left arm held his left hand. My FREE hand was pulling his hair back while his legs were kicking my back so xD In the end I came out, I had won the war, and my step father said to Tay: "She made you HER bitch!"