|disappearing in the shadow|
Things will change someday if not today.
But when will that someday come?
I'm sick of waiting for that day.
It's as simple as that.
I fear something bad's going to happen soon.
Soon meaning before the end of the month; my birthday. ):
I'm scared, worried, and disappointed.
I've deleted all my stories and poems because quite simply I have lost my muse. I have to focus on other things because quite frankly a LOT of shit has happened and I need to start over, fix my priorities. Sorry.
Unsafe External Link