We’re all Godless bastards and that’s make us perfect. It puts each and every one of us on a pedestal.
Oh you believe in God still? You’re hopeless.
We’re all Godless bastards and that’s make us perfect. It puts each and every one of us on a pedestal.
Oh you believe in God still? You’re hopeless.
This website is entirely useless.
I’m so over this stupid town.
I don’t use this, but I like the name. Guess I’ll keep it.
So I gave it another chance. I tried my hardest to play it off like it was no big deal, but I knew it was an all or nothing shot. I knew that I could blow the whole thing with one fell swoop. It was a burden I didn’t have to carry but I did anyway. I want to be happy. I know doing will make me happy, but is everything along the way worth it? There’s not definition, there’s not a limit, in fact there’s nothing at all. It’s an open sea with nothing but waves, sand and sky. I’d rather drown than regret anything.
I just need to hold out. I want this more than she’ll ever realize.
Meh, not driving for 30 days might not be so bad. At least I won’t put miles on my car.
I really do hate you. I despise you. I wish you dead. I wish I had never met you. I wish that I could just stop your existance.
I miss you. I think I love you, still.
As much as I want you around, it’s just not fair to you. I’ll break it to you eventually, but for now, I’ll enjoy your company at your expense.
… the world.