I was someone better. I was someone important enough for people to look for me when I suddenly disappear ---

If there is such thing as "love". Why is the world not giving me any? How mean can this fucking world get?

Will it always be this difficult for me?

There are times, when I just want to look at your face ~ with the stars in the night

So many words to say. But less action to do

I'm gonna swing like a chandelierrrrr

There is just a fragment of memory that a shard's light stays on..

There isn't anything good about being nice.. and bad bout being mean...

This went down :v

welp it went down alright :/