And then I realized Ilikedthe idea
ofhermore thanI
actuallyliked her
because what she
gave me was
all that there
was to her. There were
no deeper
secretshidden
beneath the exterior,
nothing waiting to beexplored;
there wereno stories behind
thescars she had.
She wasn't the type
ofperson who
had things
thatcould onlybe
discovered
by those
willingto get
close to herandpatient
enough to wait forthose thingsto reveal themselves.
Shewas the typeof person whogave
you what she had andIfeltungrateful becauseto me
whatshe hadwasn'tdeep
enough.
I
always make up scenarios in my head and wish they'd come
true.
I make up whole stories and hope with all my might that
they'd become my reality
and when they don't I feel gutted. But I still do it anyway
even when I
know that later on it'll cause me pain because for just a
second,
one tiny second, I was actually happy thinking about
something that would never happen.
There is a
certain pleasure in destroying something you know won't
last the night. Why not be the killer if you know when it
will die? There is no answer ; not one that I know,
anyway. And who matters in my world, except for
me?
[[ I am empty.
]] I don't
have anything to say.
I'm dry.
i really do not understand how a person
customizes their own profile with the html shiz and make it look
different im just like sitting here with my plain profile and
plain quotes and wow that seems too much work for me but i dont
get how you guys 'design' your profiles and quotes but
maybe im also just too lazy to figure out how to do it so
yeah