And so he said twisted myths as he coughed up words that I thought true.

The truth is. I have no compassion for you. And when it came to this I almost missed the sweet, sick mind of your's as you took my breath with your tongue. I'm not for you. I want you. 

Fuck you. Fuck you all. 

When I get out, in my spacious room. It will be empty. And I will never come back. And I will always want to see you. I'll be just like you. 

I'm effing tired, my ankles hurt, and sometimes I hate band.

I figured I could just leave to forget about it.
For some reason, I can't.

I live in a hellmouth. I'm Buffy The Vampire Slayer. Kitten. I just hate it here. My dad is an ass. My mom tries. I want to leave. For my benefit. For their benefit. And We'd be happy. All I want to do is play Chocobow Dungeon, eat, college, and love you. 

I NEED A FOOT MASSAGE.

I can't wait. I know I constantly say it. But, I will continue my dream.

Bad night, I'll end it good. I love my family. I love Aurora. I love my people. And I love you.

I wish we had the time. I wish I had the chance. Right now. We could talk for hours about nonsense.

Nice.