They say Winter is cold and unforgiving.
They say it's bitter and menacing.
I say it's my wonderland.
I say it's a way to numb my pain.
Winter is a blessing, because I'm that much closer to dying.
Place your hand over your heart.
Can you feel it?
That's called purpose.
There's a reson you're alive, you have a purpose.
Mine has stopped.
It never started.
I don't have a purpose.
There's no need for me to be here.
@ShadowFlight_Draws Aye
Tank ya very much for welcoming me here! Even though I've really been here for three years and am just tricking my parents into thinking I'm behaving-
NOPE I'm such a rebel X3