on a scale to 1 to 10 how fucked up r u and y?

uhh

all the teenagers saying high numbers believing theyre extremely messed up

0, cause im derpy ^3^

Do you really have to ask y?

I'd say 10 cause I want to bathe in blood(just to see how it feels, I have tons of weird, messed up dreams...like I had one where idk who it was, me, My Alter Ego Dani or someone else had sex with a animal O_o and I am obsessed with the color black(I think every big car would look epic in black, I pag-ibig black cats, my room is Black, Red and White and I pag-ibig black hair)

-1.000.000.000.000.000.000.000.000.000.000.000.000.000.000.000.000.000.000.000.000.000.000.000.000 :D

7

I have shown a desire to practically torture and murder certain people (sometimes I have a good reason, sometimes I don't). I also find certain things sexually appealing, when I really shouldn't.

9 or 10

A reason? I am extremely apathetic. A family member died and I felt practically nothing.

7

The person that hates me for no reason is back from her holiday and less than a meter away from me.

69


P.s:
Vagina.

100000000000. :3

I broke the scale

i broke the scale e.e y i act like a monkey i kick things my pader is broken i have shirtless larawan of the beatles on my walls well just 3 i always think of rainbows i do walang tiyak na layunin stuff at school and madami stuff
and i watch this

4. I try to stay positive and do better with myself.

Mentally? I dunno.
When I turned 13, the best gift I got was a book called The Encyclopedia of Serial Killers, which I still read. I am obsessed with serial killers. I have seriously thought about whether or not I could pull off being one. They don't discust me, while a small bump on my mom's thumb that she can push in makes me sick to my stomach. I may have OCD when it comes to grammar, spelling, and punctuation, though I try not to ipakita it too much. A part of me is telling myself that this is all for nothing, and thay nobody gives a crap about me, or how I feel, which has been proven through school.
I have variations of myself that argue with eachother. Not really personalities, rather different angles of how I look a things, that have taken up permanent residence in my mind. I feel like I've just been pagganap like a regular human these past two years, and that I've read, seen, and heard too much to ever let myself be a regular teenager. I've receeded too far into my mind, and I can't come back. And yet again, I'm telling myself that this is all for nothing, and that nobody's going to take this seriously, while I'm typing in all seriousness.

So, I guess about Pi. Because Pi is awesome.