Play with fire and you’re bound to get burned, but the scars left behind tingle with the feeling of being.
Kaiden/20/French Canadian/Vancouver
Fire Performer/Pyrotechnician/
Bassist/DJ/Juggler/Jeweller
I love to talk and meet new people so don't be afraid to hit me up!
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Somehow… I don’t know why… But my birthdays are never special. I try to make plans with friends but no one ever seems to have the time for me, like i’m not good enough. It’s funny because i get invited to all of my friends’ parties but when it comes time for me to plan one no one ever blinks twice. I don’t know. I guess i’m just sad. I’m always sad on my birthday and frankly it sucks ass. I’ve always been the outcast, that kid that everyone knew but no one was ever really close to. I was just always “there”. Out of sight, out of mind. I suppose it’s my fault for not truly connecting with anyone. But how can that really be anyone’s fault? Chance placed me at a point where there was no one who could truly become my “best friend”. These are just the rambling, incoherent babbles of a kid who’s a little too sorry for himself for his own good…… This day blows.
