To the darkest hour, may it never consume you in all its gory.
To all your glory, may it colour you grey.
Free cone day later! Not that I'm a big fan. Hell, I don't even eat ice cream.
Anyway.
This is not insomnia, I just can't sleep at night. I could be doing so much more right now, but I've been reading novels. Not graphic novels. Just your everyday average pretty forgettable novels. Oh my. I think I'll go off now. Heart burn :/
"So you really hate your past and what you've become."
"I don't hate who I am, just my history."
"Why so, may I ask?"
"Tell me son, are you proud of your battle scars?"
"Every single goddamn one."
"Well kid... I have none."
Suicide, blasphemy and make-believe.
Is it time to revolt yet?
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
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Michelle
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7:23 AM
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