I want to write, I want to write and draw and do everything to get all the images in my head out.
They're there, a whole world, sometimes I turn inward and go there. I could get lost there forever, what a wonderful thought.
It may not only be my world, maybe it is a collective of many people's imaginations.
Maybe it is a fantasy, but I grow bored of reality.
Stupid me went and caught some feelings. It's nice to be minded that it is always a bad idea to care.
Well next time I'll know better.
as for fuckstick, well I just don't think about him :)
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