i'll be the same as i was as a seed<3
I met up with him before, he whispered things that I know could not happen, but I waited anyway. He kept me warm sometimes, only parts he wanted. He wants strength and stamina to hit me in select situations.
He decides how I act;react.
He makes me doubt;everyone doubts.
He helps me;sometimes I lose him.
Those are the worst days.
I live just to live.
I'm making everything happen, fate is fiction, why would someone make up such a thing?
I'm alone here.
My room is depressing.
I want a smaller bed.
It's too quiet.
This is the end of contemplation.
God, I hate you.