Nah.

About me:
Studies Show...
Intelligent girls are more depressed
Because they know
What the world is really like.
Don't think for a beat it makes it better
When you sit her down and tell her
Everything's gonna all right
She knows in society she either is
A devil or an angel with no in between.
She speaks in the third person
so that she can forget that she's me.


	What once was, can never be again. I am a shadow of my former self, yet a phoenix rising from my own ashes. I am a broken husk. A deathless embodiment of my own failure and pain. In short, I am Kursed. 
...

	But you can call me a "femme" name, like Princess Sparkle-B****, or Madame Sugar-tail, or by my "manly" names, Sir Nimble-Paws, or Mr. Frisky-Fox. I'm not particular. You can regard me as either gender, I'm not the type to get easily offended. So, if you need a sympathetic lady to chat up about your day, I'm readily available. Need a bro to talk about chicks and guns? I am your guy! But don't ask me which gender I am. I will never tell you.
	Get over it.


	Thank you for visiting me, my lovelies. I do hope that you enjoy your stay here, gimme a message, kiss, cuddle, or cookie (er, chocolate. No nuts, please), and see where it goes. I'm a furry (hopefully obvious), an intellectual, and a end of the world enthusiast. 
My behavior is playful, sarcastic, yet calm and refined. I am well-mannered, yet misanthropic. Vigilant, yet carefree. I contradict myself, and reveal my true self through those conflicting ways of conducting myself. 

	Don't like it? Take a hike. 


Follow these lovelies if you want to make me happy:

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ThatOneKhajiit




   óÔÔò 
Fur Pride.

And yes, I drew that profile pic.

My eyes are hollow like my f***ing soul.






~K_V