My words, they scare people. Because they meant what they are and they needed to be handled so carefully, word by word. My words, they scare people to silence. Because they know it meant what they are and they had to handle their reply so carefully, word by word. And i do. I absorbed every word they said, treat them like old photographs - kept in the deepest darkest place, and once in awhile, i'll take them out and trace it with my fingers.

I get too attached to fictional characters. How do i survive in the real world?

Nothing is more annoying than seeing your greatest enemy turn weak and defenseless. We want to beat someone who is strong and who threatens us. We don't want to be the only one playing the game. We don't want guilt. I hated you, but i hate you more for this. I want you to forgive me. But i don't want to forgive you. Would you do that for me?


I am drawing something, something i have not done for a long time.