Friday, April 20, 2007 // 1:50 am
That phrase makes me cringe. This isn't a game, it's what remains of the life you fucked up.
And I'm not some prize, waiting to be claimed at the end of your string of trials and tribulations (both literal and metaphorical).
I'm a sentient being. And that sentient part of me has decided it's . . . (More)
Filed under: Get Off My Lawn!, What was I thinking?
(2) Embraced the madness. // Insanity Isn't Temporary