I get whatever I want.
No matter what.
Whether it's from stealing, manipulation, money: real and fake, or gifts.
But today two things slipped from my tight grasps.
And dispersed into a pile of gold dust.
1) The girl I wanted, not because I liked her. I just wanted sex.
2) And the ring I wanted to steal from the shop.
I guess you can say I'm craving for more. Like I'm always empty—needing more materials to satisfy myself. Needing to fill my hungry soul, like water.
