XI.

He smiled and smiled, but never once did he laugh whilst she was alive. Now all he felt was pity. There was no love, no sorrow, no hate, no remorse. There he stood, watching attentively, as the remains of her soul fluttered away in the breeze.

口是心非。

Part of growing up includes lying to yourself so your smile will be genuine.
This charade grows wearisome. Maybe I should just give the whole thing up.

sigh.

It’s little things like these that make me realise how constitutionally unsuited to being a good Catholic I am.
I actually support the upcoming Euthanasia seminar even though I also fully support the Catholic church in that you shouldn’t choose euthanasia. I personally don’t think euthanasia is right.
I don’t know. I guess my theory just is [...]

STOP.

This week has been a FUCKING BAD WEEK.
It would be nice if my head just exploded and I wouldn’t have to worry about ANYTHING ANYMORE.
So, EVERYONE, please JUST FUCK OFF and LEAVE ME ALONE.

run.

Did you ever have that dream, where you were just standing there, watching your greatest fear play out before you with a plastic smile on your face?
And you were just standing there, wondering why you didn’t do anything sooner.
Standing there, wishing you could turn back time.
Standing there, as your heart bled away.

just maybe.

It might be easier, if there were someone else.
Keeping this facade up wears me out.
Let’s make this one night stand last forever, so I won’t say-