She offers an understanding look on her face as she listens to me ramble funny stories about my deathly obsessions, and psychotic mind. While I am looking into her eyes I stop caring about my mind. She doesn’t hate, and so I find it hard to hate when I am with her.
Tag: nakedness
Individuality Lost — Just a Stupid Rant
This is just ranting. If you want to comment, go ahead. If not, well you don’t even have to read it. I realized that sooner or later I’d have to post something stupid. So this is it. My stupid rant.