HuskyRockstar

Why do I so badly crave your pointless approval? Why can't I just have my own confidence to do my own things? You don't know how it stings, like salt on a fresh wound, when you say those things to me You are the reason that I can't answer phones or make friends or even go out in public Because I am frightened that others will judge me, and throw words more harmful than an axe, at me I am terrified that someone will hurt me the way that you have I can't possibly understand why you think you have the right to criticize my every move and thought Why can't I just be accepted?

1986 I don't exactly know where to start.  I guess the beginning would be a good place.  I'm gonna warn you now though that I tend to go off on a tangent. I didn't come from the broken childhood most rockstars seem to emerge from.  I loved my childhood; while I didn't have my parents growing up, I had two parental figures who loved each other as well as the five children--two of which weren't even theirs--that they raised very much.   My father died in the Vietnam War before I was born and my mother followed because of some sickness or depression or whatever around Christmas time--two months after I was born, which would be October 14, 1964.

Full name: Richard Maverick Miller Gender: Male Age: 20 DOB: March 12, 1962 Sexuality: Pansexual Birthplace: Camden, New Jersey Sibling(s): younger sister Katy Hair: short, mid-neck-ish-length, extremely fluffy, dark brown (think Richard Barbieri) Eyes: bright green, left pupil permanently opened (like Bowie) Height: 5'9" Role: singer, sometimes rhythm guitar, HARMONICAAA Smoking? yes Drinking? yes Drugs? yes but not a lot bc it causes...er...problems. Tattoos: snake slinking up right arm, faery Lexx with heart of flowers behind on left arm, Pepe Le Pew and that black cat on his lower back, Purple dragon around left leg, panther clawed to his

1986 I don't exactly know where to start.  I guess the beginning would be a good place.  I'm gonna warn you now though that I tend to go off on a tangent. I didn't come from the broken childhood most rockstars seem to emerge from.  I loved my childhood; while I didn't have my parents growing up, I had two parental figures who loved each other as well as the five children--two of which weren't even theirs--that they raised very much.   My father died in the Vietnam War before I was born and my mother followed because of some sickness or depression or whatever around Christmas time--two months after I was born, which would be October 14, 1964.