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.

hate me. i'll feel better this way. with every look, guilt comes.
im sorry, i really am. for all the pain i caused, im sorry.
took me long to realised, i guess i really screwed up.
damn, i hate myself. back to top?