|Current mood:|| pensive|
|Current music:||H.I.M.- Join Me In Death|
Please don't pity my foolishness...
I know exactly what I'm going to do. Going to go out and buy myself a pair of fucking rose tinted glasses. That would fix everything... well, no. It wouldn't, but I can pretend it would. Tell everyone who asks me to take them off that I need them. Because anymore, I do. It's wearing thin... and a few rose petals might make the shelf life a little longer. Don't worry. I know it will spoil. Life, that is. Don't want anyone making any freaking assumtions... I only mean all of it.
Why can't I just go out into the rain and die? It would be so perfect, so wonderful... to just drift with the raindrops.
Yea... rose tinted glasses. That's what I'm gonna fucking do, damn it.
I know...assertive over something so pointless and trivial... but it's all I've got left...or at least it feels that way.
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