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.