"Death is worth to live and love is worth to wait" Viktor Tsoi
I let go of every dream i have ever had and realized my life didn't change at all.
it's true. i divide myself into teeny tiny bits, causing a glit ch with the rhythm of my heart.
I walked into the light, only to find it was darker than my nightmares. I found the golden city; it had been black all along.
To describe one's self is to limit it.
I live in your head
This is the Me that I want you to see
— The End —