I think about us a lot , even when us Does not exist.

It sucks when you are ignored by the one person whose attention means the world to you.

Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.

You know my name not my story.

I want to be the god of evil, because to control the evil of my self.

I Wish I Could Give You My Pain So That You Understand How Much You Hurt Me.

What happens when it's time to let go of something you can't live without?