There will never be a true 'the end' or a true 'happily ever after'. There will always be another page and another chapter and that is no small or great thing.
This is how I feel these days:


The more I see, the more I hurt, the more I know, the more I fucking burn all over in the worst ways possible.

the childish nature of the manipulators and the controllers bothers me incessantly, and the constant droning of the torturers inside my head and the heads of others that just ruin every good moment of mine and others lives has me just losing my god damned mind.

The only constant I know to be true is that all true love gets raped and destroyed and constantly vilified for the sake of those who do not respect or value the 'weakness' of it. A pity that some of us needed it.

I have seemingly mastered multiple and split personality disorder on an epic level.

they made me beautiful, but nobody wants me near them anymore.




They just refuse to let me have anything at all.