vardag med värk, vanvett och musik. att få lov att ta saker i morgon trots protest. en krympande kropp om gör revolt i klädkammaren och ställer till det bland hyllorna.
torsdag 14 april 2011
if i was given great wealth i would make myself disappear just like the men of houdinis.
...i'm so lonely and that's ok.. snap my fingers.. i wish it was over.. don't light that candle...it won't show the way hom.. and that's ok.. i just hurt myself today.. i focus on the pain.
the best part of us slowly dies if no one really believes they exist. what remains is just shadows of memories and the cold ashes of trust and beliefs.
hell isnt a pit full of demons poking your flesh with a stick its an endless dinnerparty with all the people you just cant stand and really hate.
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