|Current mood:|| sick|
Haunted by my abandoned dreams~Tiny voices where would be screams
I feel like i'm in iraq, waiting for the bomb to hit. When will it come? i know it's soon. Then i'll be hit. I'll end up being one of the unlucky ones. I'll get hit, but live through it. I'll live my life as a cripple, suffering agony everyday. Meanwhile, I'll wish that it would have killed me, less pain to deal with.