what doesn’t kill you leaves disfiguring scars. what doesn’t kill you fills you with paralyzing self—hatred. what doesn’t kill you makes you afraid for the rest of your life. what doesn’t kill you might make you kill them.
YOU EVER SEEN ANYONE LOSE THEIR MIND ON MIC ?
i may yet die poor,
but i will die me.
please.
please. .
please. . .
Please. . ?!
we both know that without a role to fulfill, i am nothing.
finndu mig í framtíðinni.
i think i wait for people to hurt me, and when they do i feel a certain smugness at being right. and, after that, i just feel pain.
NO MORE ! i cannot risk it all. i cannot risk it all! i cannot risk it all, can i? i have already risked everything, have i not? then, why not risk it all again? am i to risk it all? why should i? for my own sake, at his expense?
i want you so badly. it certainly is a new sensation for me. i never pined for anybody before in my life. in every book i read， i seem to find a parallel to you and me.
to be honest, you scare me. i'm terrified of letting you in, of seeing myself more clearly through your eyes wondering if i'm good enough, or if one day i'll lose you.
for now i put down my weapons; i wanna be a person.
