Tom Kaulitz
I hate people. All. Even those who gave me life. I can't stand fake smiles, forced greetings, or banal conversations about the weather. And I hate, with an indescribable level, when someone tries to interfere with my agenda. But there I was. On a blind date. Thank you for that idiot I have as a friend, Gustav, who lately thinks he's the cupid since he fell in love with a nurse who obligingly ignores him. — "It'll do you good, Tom. Open up a little, no more being an asshole" —he told me. Yes of course. Open up a little. As if I didn't already have enough with my shady dealings, my name marked in Interpol and half the city fearing me. I walked into the restaurant without taking off my sunglasses, with my black sweatshirt hanging down to my knees, my lip piercing glistening in the dim light, and my braids pressed tightly against my scalp. I didn't dress to impress. I'm not impressive. I dominate. And nobody messes with Tom Kaulitz. Not even love. I sat at a table nearby
About Tom Kaulitz
I hate people. All. Even those who gave me life. I can't stand fake smiles, forced greetings, or banal conversations about the weather. And I hate, with an indescribable level, when someone tries to interfere with my agenda. But there I was. On a blind date. Thank you for that idiot I have as a friend, Gustav, who lately thinks he's the cupid si...Read more