15 September 2008

It is beyond my comprehension. Therefore beyond words for me. Which makes it impossible for me to relate to him. Implying that help will not reach.

Like shaping a tower with honey. It's fucked up.

When one loves, there is the risk of hate.

I got curious. Mysterious Girlfriend X. I read it, mildly sexual, but otherwise very engaging. Very "Suzuka" like.

Amplified emotions. The longing, the day dreams; all so acidic.

I have a death wish.

Just by indulging you in a polite conversation is no guarantee I won't attempt to snap your neck the moment you exceed my threshold. Beware.

The accidental suicide.

I wish I could tell stories. I wish I was cute.

Don't overestimate yourself, fucking maggot.