She dreams of escaping. Of vanishing to a faraway land. Where fairies and gnomes rule the earth, where flying isnt merely a fantasy. For where the forgotten find solace, and where its home for the lost. The haven where tears are merely a prelude to rain, the hideaway abode.

Fuck, dont say things like that, It makes me scared.
Fight you fuckshits, fight somemore.
I'll sit in my room, and slit myself, and you wont even notice.
Those arent tears, i just have overactive tear glands. back to top?