Personal Message
age || twenty-four
birthdate || july twenty-ninth
orientation || irrelevant
height || five-seven | one hundrend seventy cm
weight || one hundred thirty two lbs | sixty kg
DANGEROUS
"i scared them all away, even my reflection left me.
i completely lost myself to love."


"you can call me liz"

 

PERSONALITY
I've become more gentle over the years, over the time I've spent in the mental hospital. I'm on the verge of leaving and really being able to feel the sunlight on my skin again, so I'm on my best behavior. Schizophrenia had won me over for years. I saw things that weren't there and would have these violent episodes so it's made me much more timid than I used to be. I'm scared of getting hurt and of hurting anyone else. I don't believe there's a cure for philophobia but I'm not looking for one either. I fear that it'll spark my schizophrenia again. I don't want to relapse.

I can be friendly but I would keep my distance if I were you. I'm not the type of person that you want to get but so close to. I don't want to hurt anyone and I don't want to be hurt again. I'm loyal though so if you make a friend in me, I'll protect you from everything and everyone that I can, including yourself. I don't believe in true love but I do believe there are people with good hearts. I feel like I can safely believe that I'm not alone.
background
I would like to say that, before everything happened, I was fragile. That I was innocent. That I wasn't what I became but, deep down, even I know that it had to have been apart of me. I was a killer from the start. My life was a mess of , drugs, and rock and roll. I had more songs to sing, more places to see. I had the world at my feet, but that was all a cover. As much as I longed for that to be my outrageous life, I held a gun in my hand more than I held a microphone. I fell in love with the wrong people and found myself on a mission just to stay alive. A freelance assassin that just wanted to sing and fall in love with my fans. Dark poetry at its best. The best kind of bad joke.

I'd fallen in love with my partner and he fell in love too late. Having a partner in the kind of world that I was apart of spoke more about me than about the life that I led. As an assassin, let alone freelance, there's no one you can trust and I slipped up and let him. He was a trap all along and he fell for me when he realized just how far I was willing to go for him. I was willing to kill anyone for him and I could do it, easily. As he died in my arms, I was forced to realize that so much of my life was apparently a lie. I didn't know what was truth anymore. I snapped and killed everyone involved and became a princess locked in a tower.
lover  |  mmddyy
If you can make my heart sing, you may have just roped in a lover for life.