I dear you.

Ghosts, of memories are screaming at me from every corners, I don't know how to ask for help anymore, I shut the door. I put up a tough face, nothing gets through, my personal shield of choice, hope I won't always be alone or lonely, every time we live together we die a bit more

I do not want to fight you or her, i just want to fuck, like the world is going under. make me feel something! I dear you.

Admin of nine