Instead of catching your attention with flashy graphics and uh… whatever else they did, I decided to share a personal story about my experience with internet drag and addiction, because statistically, internet drag queens have a higher rate of alcohol abuse, drug abuse, and dislike of the name “Ken”. But anyways, I’m here to talk about myself.
So, after losing my first TGDR cycle, I went into a deep depression. Like, really bad. I was pretty much listening to Avril Lavigne and using Paint to scribble over avatars for a whole week. So, like anyone else in my situation, I smoked like… a ton of meth. After I did my gigs via omegle, I’d end up talking with fans and snatching their credit card information to buy meth off the black market. But, with any drug, my mental state and my health deteriorated fast. My looks started falling apart quickly. Nobody could tell where my eyebrows ended and my hairline began. I started using lip liner as contour. Finally, with the help of Melody Vine, I decided to sober up and really get my life back together again, but I wasn’t ever able to get back those years I lost to meth.
I wish I didn’t get metaphorically (and literally) shot by the judges.
I wish I didn’t wear a sweater twice on the main stage.
Maybe if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have smoked meth.
*ken tells me i have to make some sort of graphic*
Uh, put some Halsey music in the background and format this into a video using iMovie and then we’re good.
Oh wait.
something something week 2 look--
http://imgur.com/Fuf5y8i 
