Does that make me weak? :/ I think I've been getting soft.
I really don't miss this white box very much...
Well...I'm doing it again. History's repeating itself.
Do you know how it feels to be a poison? To kill everything you touch? It makes you want to cut your hands off so you won't hurt anything ever again.
but there's that stupid hope that you'll be able to hold something, and admire it and keep it and it won't wilt and die. You won't destroy something that was beautiful until you touched it. But how much beauty can you risk killing to find that one thing you can't kill? I think I'm done. but I know I'm not.
sighhhh
