The story of my life

[disappearwithme]

My oppressive father haunts me in my dreams. He punishes me for my faults and molds my accomplishments into failures. Last night, it was a war that I could not escape. I killed myself. I was given a second chance, in which I decided that I would rather live and run away. I just did not know where to or how to. My vision of the world had become so

Comments

[ophealia]

I think that by the time you are fifty you dont fear it as much as you welcome it. (By it, I mean death).

[ophealia]

Dude, you could finally dine with Stalin, but watch out, hes a prankster