You've heard of it, yes?
Hundreds dead.
A reaction to an action.
I'd like to end it all.
Even if it means that I have to be lonely.
Even if it means that I have to surrender my morality.
May I become the worlds enemy?
May I have that power?
Just focus your hate on me and nothing else.
I'll make it easy on ya.
Focus all of your anger on me.
I can take it.
(even if I can't)
Unite to stop me.
Unite.
Unite.
And after the Zero takes my life by sword,
You'll have peace.
It won't be long,
But you'll have peace.
I haven't been too articulate lately, my apologies. I've been a little emo bitch (pity parades and all) ever since returning from the Philippines. I thought "It's this house that's making me this way, I was raped here, that's why I can't keep my thoughts in order."
I keep on blaming the fact that I was abused for everything. This needs to stop.
I don't want to stay cooped up in this room, crying all day, because I'm too afraid to trust people. I want to go out to clubs on Saturday nights, I want to meet a nice guy who'll buy me flowers, I want to conquer, I want to be educated.
These things can't happen if I keep on like this.
I was hurt, but pain is necessary to grow, to obtain beauty.
still unemployed.
still in nyc.
still unhappy.
all i want for Christmas, is to be rid of these damn braces.
i have a fragile ego, and these metal teeth are not helping.