My name is Laz. I am 20. I'm starting to finally look my age. I'm the apparent eternal 26 year old.
I am complex. I believe the world is a stage. As such, the first time you meet someone, what you see is not what they are. It's a mask, a lie, and a deception. I do not begrudge this. We all do it.
I am, in essence a contradictory, tortured hedonist who does stupid, stupid things when it's only about himself, but will always try to do the right thing by others.
That being said, I have no time for people who shit me. Nor am I a resource. I'm slowly coming to realise that I waste time on people who don't deserve it, and the time I waste could be better spent on people who appreciate it.
I, am an incurable romantic. The smallest things, I will find incredibly romantic, and inversely, I find the most bizzare things strangely melancholic. I believe in love and violence. I am a kinked person. I wear the marks of sex and violence proudly.
Most people don't seem to be able to see how those two things mesh... Yes, I dislike violece in the real world (in most cases). No, I do not dislike violence in my bed. Yes, there is a difference (it's spelled c-o-n-s-e-n-t.) and no, I'm not incapable of having "vanilla" sex. I just prefer not to.
I can be moody, anti-social, argumentative and immature. I can also be stable, an incredible host and social butterfly, calming and mature. It depends how you treat me.
I do not take kindly to being treated like a fool. People will realise eventually that I will always get them back. I hold grudges. But I won't ever go out of my way to get back at people who've hurt me - it'd be a waste of my time, to bother with them. But if the opportunity arises to rain on their parade, I will.
It's just what I'm like. I'm sick and tired of trying to pretend to be something I'm not, to make people happy. I've cut people out of my life for not accepting me before, and I'll gladly do it again. However, when you meet me ... All you'll see is that mask.
