-the wolvesarecoming
if there was no imagination then life would be shit basically
-thewolvesarecoming
Huh I feel like a pile of fucking rotten flesh now and nothing can make me smile anymore. I don't want happiness to be momentary; I want it to be a lifetime. I can never get what I want or need. I feel like crying buckets full but really, what's the use? I can't even shed a tear now. People say life's a rollercoaster-but do I never reach the swirls and the humps ever?
Moot Point.
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