My pleasure was your leisure, my depression your obsession, and with that love it is my reason to live
"I cannot deny that you were designed for my punishment"? These memories, this starved and suffocated part of me, that used to drown me, that I denied, "I am holding this, gift, that is broken, what do I have, left now?"
I sit in class and play shapeshifter-soulstice, sorta chat to kitz in the background and my teacher lets me know I *bites apple* really need to get on with it. Last year I completed no assignments...
This appl.. why is this ittalic? wbn.. ok, i clicked in, but... yeh... yummy apple. very sweet. something. =P
oh god what am I on about. life... all this in the last few years.
agh fuck it I forgot about this for a while. there you go, sum it up, no focus. bash myself to sleep.
for now..
