.::Pondering my taste in men::.
With every new year that rushes by in utter chaos and pain I understand more about myself.
I am pretty sure, by now, that I am a masochist.
Why else would I choose this?
To be forlorn.
Should I be sad, angry or disappointed?
Crushed?
It hurts much more than the fall from the castle did.
I wonder if Karms have vaults horrid enough to keep my heart if I carve it away.
But why would one treasure such a treacherous thing anyway?
Carve it out and burn it.
Sacrifice to the bored immortals who enjoy torturing you for their sickly entertainment.
Detached...
Here lies Raphaela, broken too many times to be fixed.
Here stands Raphaela, tombstone on the grave, unmovable.
I am pretty sure, by now, that I am a masochist.
Why else would I choose this?
To be forlorn.
Should I be sad, angry or disappointed?
Crushed?
It hurts much more than the fall from the castle did.
I wonder if Karms have vaults horrid enough to keep my heart if I carve it away.
But why would one treasure such a treacherous thing anyway?
Carve it out and burn it.
Sacrifice to the bored immortals who enjoy torturing you for their sickly entertainment.
Detached...
Here lies Raphaela, broken too many times to be fixed.
Here stands Raphaela, tombstone on the grave, unmovable.