部屋を片付け中、機会がないと、実はめちゃちらかってましたとか気づかないもんだね。

Eighteen. Again.

Not that birthdays mean much to me, and if anything, I really don't care for them- the idea of them is, "You're closer to dying on a numerical scale that is commonly accepted. Here's a cake and presents to make you feel better about your oncoming death."

As I've already experienced my eighteenth birthday once before and I'm ( Read more... )

If you can't cut a tumor out with a scalpel -

- try hacking it out with an ax.

So apparently whatever’s happening isn’t new nor is it at all strange (by this shithole’s standards). This place... it's alive, and it's treating me like a parasite, an abnormal growth that latched onto it one day and sucks the life out of it like an over enthusiastic whore. But isn't that kind of what happened? Me ending up here and all. But as ( Read more... )

This is what was waiting for me when I woke up. First thing I saw, actually, as it was on the fucking ceiling.


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Mark my point of failing. It began where I gave in ( Read more... )