perfect serenity finds me so often that i cannot help but wonder if there might be something wrong with me if i might perhaps be mentally, well, retarded, why can i feel this peace that seems to be nowhere in the world but inside?
pleasure was my middle name until the day i met you
you broke my heart
you used me and i loved being used right up until the moment i understood that you saw me only as something to be used
i thought it was a game
i was right
i didn't understand the seriousness this game held for you
i didn't understand that there is nothing else in life for you but this game
for me games are lying on top of a grander scheme of self-sacrifice and beauty