for six months. i could not sleep. with insomnia,nothing is real. everything is far away. everything is a copy of a copy of a copy

sooner or later,we all became what tyler wanted us to be

no fear. no distractions. the ability to let that which does not matter truly slide

the things you own end up owning you

the girl who lives there used to be a charming,lovely girl,but she's lost faith in herself. she's a monster! she's infectious human waste! good luck trying to save her!