rivers i have known

hi my name is nate river also known as near or sheep and i have short stringy white hair (which is how i got my name) that curls and reaches my mid neck and i have steely grey eyes like granite colored stone and a lot of people tell me i look like a sheep called dolly (A/N: if you don’t know who that is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Mihael Keehl but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a genius and go to a smart school called Wammy’s House where I’m in my seventh year (I’m seventeen.) I’m an albino and I wear mostly white. I love the Gap and buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a white pajama shirt with small buttons all up it and stretchy pajama pants with an elastic waist and socks as pure as ice. I was wearing nude lipstick and white foundation and no eyeshadow. I was walking outside Wammy’s. It was snowing and raining, so there was no sun, which i was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put my middle finger up at them

i will not apologize for being too much for you.
i saw that girl in the dress that fell midway from thigh to knee.
you called her a slut and when i looked down at my own hemline i wondered what you truly thought of me.
do you remember the rosy lipstick that you asked me not to wear because i was “pretty without it?”
so did you think i was ugly with it?
for a month you needed a haircut but i never said anything because if you like it long you like it long,
but then you said “all i ask is don’t wear your hair up, i like it more down”
as if your opinion was supposed to matter so much to me.
so i’m not sorry for wearing tight dresses or for not holding my tongue.
i’m not sorry for keeping the lipstick
or for making more money than you
or for losing my temper when you rolled your eyes at my convictions.
i was a river and you were a dam;
you should have known i would crash through you.
i was the noise you wanted to silence and the pistol you wanted to lock
and no, i will never apologize.
—  if you wanted a girl you could control, you picked the wrong one.