Friday, November 07, 2014

because you, my dear, are a walking contradiction of sorts.

you say you want uniqueness, yet you want to be treated like a paid mindless drone. you say you hate capitalism and the corporate world, yet you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth and crave to keep it there. you say you want to help others, yet its really yourself that you want to help. sounds accurate? well, they say the truth hurts. deal with it.

darkness

there is no single point of trauma that I can think of to explain how or why i react the way that i do. we were never poor, i was never mole...