Sometimes the psyches fly on their own, be careful not to step on them. Thread softly so your feet don't get cut by the glass. The river flows gently on their veins, but their screams echo through your head. These are the flowers for the beauty in death.
guess I'm just tired...
of being used and abused, I guess I'm just an idiot...not an idiot, but I do have to learn that not everyone is how they seem.
I just wish that for once, the guy I like, likes me back! (and if he is an otaku metalhead that is willing to do Kaito's cosplay, even better)