I am tired.
I am tired with where I live, I am tired with the people in my life, I just want to move away and never come back.
And I feel like I might just want to be alone. (Unless you know what you know.) In an artsy yet affordable apartment in Chicago.
But really, if I'm alone, then I won't get hurt. Wouldn't that be nice?
So, I am tired, and bored, and frustrated with life.
I'm tired with myself mainly. Kinda hate everything about my writing, my photography, etc. You know just hating the two things that mean to most to me other than 2 specific people.
That's that.
Oh wait, there's more.
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"Bye-bye, Damien!" She sang in that pathetic voice.
All of the sudden, my limbs tightened. Rope burned my ankles and wrists. Leather belt cut into my waist, and I was tied to a pole. Purple flames erupted around me. The two watched for a second, then walked away without a regret. The heat felt... horrid. Burning, blood, the stink of my own flesh dying. I was dying. They were killing me.
"Gwynn..."
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September 26th beware. RamenSpirit :) I had to, lol. But really, look at me acting like Troye. Pft, I can never be that good.
Oh and, yes, you may hurt me on Monday Fourtrisforever10
K bye munchkins.
