Suicide, blasphemy and make-believe.
Is it time to revolt yet?

Tuesday, July 08, 2008

The only thing scarier than being able to feel fear, is to evoke some sort of emotion in the person next to you but feel unaffected, completely.

In a strange humorous way, I am an enzyme. The world is my substrate. The conditions for activity? Perfect.

Tragedy to some, I remain unchanged.

The only thing that sometimes nudges me at the back of my little shrewd mind is how I don't even know whether I mean what I say.

It doesn't seem like much,
but its kills you more than me,
especially when I say something like

I love you.