I hope so.

why cant i write....

i wonder if fireflies know what they look like....

Dance until you DIE!

i cannot allow myself to enjoy love.
it needs to be a struggle.
when did i become ok
with the idea of being mistreated.
and when did it become
what i lust after?

light my fuse.

we dont care
until its too late.

uh oh...

life moves fast.