Managed to put on makeup, but still cant convince myself to put on actual clothes. Ugh.

Uuuuuggghhhh

Uuuuuggghhhh

You’re gonna want to watch this.

"A child taxidermist, an outsider in his small town, is entranced by a girl who finds his work beautiful. But just as their relationship begins to progress, he does something that drastically changes everything."

Selfie Game

Selfie Game

got way to into an assignment (looks really nice in high-res)

got way to into an assignment (looks really nice in high-res)

Part 1: Mick Sunder, Murderer.

I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Mick Sunder, I’m 32 years old. I’ll be 33 in February. That’s next month, I think. 

I know, the month of “love”. Ironic right?

Anyway, There isn’t much back ground story, I grew up middle class, loving parents. Until my father died when I was 16 in a work-related accident, and my mother started drinking so much she would be passed out in her room for days, from just guzzling alcohol. She would forget to pick my little brother up from school, so I would have to drive out to get him. She even forgot my 17th birthday, and I spent that night forcing her to eat oatmeal instead of blowing out fucking candles. So I guess you could say I resent her a little bit. She wouldn’t want anything to do with me then, and certainly not now. After she finds out what I’ve done, she might even disown me, if she hasn’t already. As for my little brother, He ran away not long after my dad died. He didn’t want to see mom like this, and he was miserable. He got in with a couple bad kids from down the block, packed up a few things and I haven’t seen him since. 

I guess you could say before all of this I lived a pretty average life. I’m a bit of a loner, I don’t have any friends. I liked to sleep with a lot of women, and I don’t remember any of their names, none of them matter anyway, they’re all whores.

So I guess I’ll get to it then. The real reason why you’re here. You wanna know why, huh? You wanna know why I did it. Thats the big question isn’t it? Why? You look like you’re pretty smart. You aren’t so sure that the papers told the whole truth. And you’re here to find out for your self. Straight from the murder’s mouth, huh? You think they might have hid a few things to make me look more guilty. Why though? why, why, why? We’ll let me tell you something. I may be a murderer, but I’m not a liar.

So I’ll tell you what. I’m gonna tell you the truth, the full truth and nothing but the truth from the very beginning. So help me God.

Awkward.

Awkward.

*dad gets cool rental car*

me: 

my dad: no you may not drive it.

me:

Random bruises that are appearing on my body. This is weird.

its 2:00 in the morning and I have so much work to do.

its 2:00 in the morning and I have so much work to do.