Emo Kills Time

Look beyond the cold, dark, gelatin of these cow eyes, and see your true enemy. A broken easel, a constipated heart, a mind full of history.

When they tell you they've stopped caring, it's easy to stop caring too. But silence keeps you in hope, if you are the sort to wait forever.

To be turned into a secret, can be an experience of pain. But, that is something which one bears with moderate responsibility. On with work.

I should meet more people who are good at what they do, who don't get too emotionally attached to it. Help. Everyone else is pissing me off.