My account is about to die and I'm too fucking lazy to do anything about it. Plus I'm too poor to even buy a fucking stamp...I will miss you dark poetry.
She shines/In a world full of ugliness/She matters/When everything is meaningless/Fragile/She doesn't see her beauty/She tries to get away/Sometimes/It's just that nothing seems worth saving/I can't watch her slip away/I won't let you fall apart/If I could fix myself i'd/but it's too late for me
-The Fragile NIN
My Online Journal Thingy
My Scars Still Bleed When I Think Of You
And Of All The Shit You Put Me Through
