; lyht leaves the eyes—expelled by a relentless laesr of poignant realisation that reality is but absurdism x impossibility.

Monday, 17 January 2011


as always, i force myself to wonder with my selfish curiosity; i wonder if where ever i am, feeling lonely, if there's someone giving a shit about my day, about what i'm wearing or feeling. if maybe it should be a cause for concern that I constantly joke about killing myself and the people around me. but this is simply selfish curiosity, and i am simply a stitch in teen fabric through the years.

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