I'm a nightmare, a disaster, that's what they always said. I'm a lost cause, not a hero, but I'll make it on my own.
Hi. I'm Cameron, Cam for short. I'm 20 and I like metal music, the Goth subculture, and cats. I have a weird guilty pleasure for My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, and I fucking hate these things. Email me on dishonoured_by_your_world@hotmail.com if you want to actually know anything. Otherwise you'll work it out when you see my shit.
I'm a recovering bulimic, and am currently three years purge-free. Four years ago, I decided to give up fighting and being myself (again) and I relapsed into bulimia and self harm, took out some of my piercings, covered up my tattoos, burned all my poetry and put on my happy girl mask. Started wearing trendy clothes rather than my usual hoodie and jeans, adopting current slang, all of that, and I stayed that way for about a year, until I couldn't take it anymore and attempted suicide. My "friends" ditched me and I found myself alone again...and liking it. I went back to my real self and have been a lot less depressed since (antidepressants help some). I started writing poetry again recently, hence this account.
Warning: I can be abrasive, and my default is snarky and sarcastic. Don't expect me to be nice, but I won't be outright mean.
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