I swear to god, amazing, beautiful and sexy. He's taking us out on Tues. We're going to get messed. 4-way baby!. I think there for I know. There are 4. Not us, them. N, I, A, M (who is A?). That is all, nevermore, I wish less. I have moved on.
Catapult
'You telll me so many times that you can do whatever the hell you want, then when I turn around and do the same thing,it's wrong.'
'I never did something that could kill me, and if oyu do it, I'll have to do it too and I don't want to.'
Should I tell them whats going on? I dont think so. No, they don't deserve it.
Not really enough honey.
This is pointless and I give up. I've subcounciously locked up all my emotions and thoughts.
It's true, quotes are insubstantial, reality is life. Nonetheless, I quote myself by saying.
'I said never again would I say those three words, whether I mean them or not, but I said them, and I don't knwo who I meant it to and who I didn't.'
Angel wings pitter-patter footstep, echoes melodies. Foreign words and faces converge to make a statement. Judgement is immaterial. Now is all there is.
Off and on switches inside my head, getting fucked
Ains
