Every morning the same big and little words all spelling out desire, all spelling out You will be alone always and then you will die.

remember his face. don't let the image fade.

it's getting harder to exist i don't want to feel like this

I believe in roses kissed with dew, why shouldn't I believe the same in you?

oingo boingo

i want to end reality but i feel hesitant optimistic that the future will be more concerned than the present and so for today, i'll remain intact

is this madness? is this me at all?

Betsy's seen more places than I'll ever hope to see Betsy's been more loyal than any friend could be

You are an idiot.

death isn't cruel - merely terribly, terribly good at his job.

😀

i have been 🙂. lately 😃

sometimes i get flustered and beaten and blistered abandoned outside in the cold

i've been hiding for so long these feelings, they're not gone can i tell anyone?