berdie, district six | finished [cb]

i'm not a fucking bully.

i just don't like people.

there's no sob story behind my behavior, no pretty little reason for being a fucked up person. because i'm not. i'm just berdie. my mama cleans houses all week long and my papa works the night shift at the local pharmacy, we always have warm food on the table and we eat together when we can, they used to hang my crappy drawings on the fridge — we've got all that shit that makes a happy family click. we are one.

it's just that i also like to smoke cigarettes and hit things. hard. and not out of nowhere, obviously, that's ridiculous. i stick up for the little guys by shoving the preps who think they're too good for everyone, who run to the teachers and make me out to be some wannabe criminal who's totally in a secret fight club. sure, i'd join if there was one, but the point is i'm just tired of people scratching their own asses and doing nothing.

i don't know why i'm always so angry. i have vices because i have vices, and that's all there is to it. i beat up snobs because i need to do something with all this rage inside me. i'm a lot of things. my knuckles are always split, but i still like to draw. my mama still tapes the best ones to her vanity. i give my papa a kiss on the cheek every night. there's always more to every picture.

there's no reason to take the world so damn seriously.

so i just exist.