i love the idea of running away like a crazy person, it relieves my pains. i can blame inevitability for the shit i keep living. i dont wanna take responsibilities about my personal relationships. i am so sick of them. i wanna let everything go.
well, and that's this; as long as i think about the idea that i grow old and die alone, i am more convinced that i would die young and alone. since i am thin enough to look good in that coffin, nothing seems like a real problem and everything tastes pretty much like a nice waffle i prepare on sunday. nothing kills me inside but anything beautiful.