Ive got my P.H.D in Faggotry
Hi, my name's Sean James. Go and buy some sunglasses because the future is bright pink, bitch.

[sorry if we can't all be unoriginal] but I have a mold to break.

I’m a billboard, advertising your aging confidence, self-destruction and sagging self-esteem.

The appearance of my own body is cut and dissected every time I breathe. My horror of beauty is not when I’m laying naked on the bathroom floor, but when I’m staring at myself, wondering what’s underneath the painted-on feelings and made-up eyes. I’m not a fucking beauty queen. When I walk into the bathroom, I’m not getting pretty.. I’m destroying myself. Repairing myself from the damage I’ve done. Whether YOU like it or NOT. The ceiling of fear crashes down on me when I pick up the latest fashion magazine and find that no one else looks like me. But what is ME? Where has the word "real" gone to?