who the fuck are you to control my life, and to dictate what i do?

fuck you and your old-fashioned ways of thinking.





we only have past memories to look back on.

fucking emotions. make me wanna cry.

3 more days left.

we are all the same.

isn't it funny? to be normal in this world, you have to be abnormal first.

none of us are sane.

i'm tired. really tired. just wanna give up and fall off.

10 more days to the holidays.

can you believe it? da vinci seriously is nc-16. who gives a fuck though.

i like myself best when i'm crying.
i'll know that i'm human, feel that i'm alive.
i can breathe.

i'm not dead yet.