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i am francis. otherwise known as F, frank, franky, frankie, franc-wa, francois, francesco, (regrettably as) frances (grr), captain corrective, francis-bean, francis-face, franklin, george and frnacis. call me hatapon, it makes me feel anon. i study games and interactive entertainment. i also enjoy games. i like music. i cannot play music. i require the company of others to be happy - real or digital. i don't like descriptions. have no delusions, i am an anxious person and this blog will frequently consist of the things that depress and worry me. this isn't a happy place.
francis wynne, victorias secret angel.
i like... you said...
when i feel like doing something stupid…
i read blogs i really shouldn’t. it makes me furious. it makes me sad.
people lie. straight and simple. they tell themselves and tumblr what ever they want to be the truth. then i find it and it drives me crazy. it makes me want to call them up and abuse them. i don’t. if i do, then they would just think they are all the more right. that they’ve hit a sore point. my sore point is that bit in my back, where you stuck the fucking knife.
i’m sick of reading what people so desperately want to believe.
i will keep reading it. i always do.
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