Don't fear the hand of man,
I'll swing and steal their skin and their blood,
Just keep your hand on the hilt
When you are cold, let my gleam keep you warm
Its a gleam that's reflected from strength inside you.

-Pain

 I hope, that if I'm ever terminally ill, I don't become engulfed by my own depression and hatred for everything that is good in this world because I wont be seeing it much longer.

Sandra is leaving, my very dear friend is going back to her home country of Brazil, and even though I will miss her very much- I want her out of the situation she is ( Read more... )

You know the routine.