Name: James. I treat people how they treat me. No matter what you are or what you have done. I'm skeptical on who i hang with, cuz they all eventually stab you in the back. I dont care what people think of me. I've always spoke my mind, i cant help but speak the truth even if its bad about me. i hate every inch of me. You can tell from my Tumblr that i hate myself, almost everything. I feel lie I'm never good enough, in anything. I use to be a really nice guy, but people in the past have changed me a little. Still nice though. People dont make me hate myself, its self hate. I'm sad constantly, but im still breathing, not alive.