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Sometimes you need to cut ties with people… And sometimes those ties are arteries.
No, it's many shades of fucked up – and I've been in the grey for a long time.
Many people see me as the villain. And to that I say… then I'll be the fucking villain.
Maybe the roses are a metaphor - the sharp thorns being dangerous despite looking like pretty little harmless flowers.
It doesn't matter how much you change, you'll always be known for what you are.
I just had a small fraction of hope that eventually my life would end and I could try again in the next lifetime if I'm fortunate enough to not end up in Hell.
Like her colleague, she's almost completely void of emotion. I suppose dealing with lunatics on a daily basis will do that to you.
For some reason, my journey keeps moving with the death of other people. And yet, apparently I'm lucky for it.
I guess we're all a bit fucked up though.
You can dress up a trash can in a ballgown, but at the end of the day, it's still a fucking trash can.
I don't think people realize just how strong your bond is with your favorite, chosen person. And to lose them, it's something you never recover from.
We're in Hell. There's no Heaven here.
It's fun to read people, learning what they think and feel, how their bodies react subconsciously to their surroundings. You can learn a lot about someone from just watching them, even if they try to hide it.
He probably fucks like a goldfish on carpet but Christ he can move quickly when he wants to.
they are going to have some problems. It's me. I'm the problem.
he's growing on me. Like a poisonous weed… but growing.
Of course he's insane. He's more than insane — he's fucking unhinged.
It's almost like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders, freeing me from the chains. I'm still locked down, but I'm moving.
