Bouncing back and forth all the time, endlessly between beauty and being ugly. I hate myself and love myself. It's fucking exhausting....

Comfort, it means so much to me. The comfort of my bed each morning, begging me to stay just a moment more. Or the comfort of my mother's...

To walk in the steps of those far greater than me Is an honour I feel I don't deserve yet will gladly strive for To follow their stride...

A boy born with his twin in the morgue His brother attached to his heels hiding from the light. How angry this sunless boy must be, to...

Death will never come for me, I will, I'll try, but it's of no use. Death will never come for me, at least until I'll hate for him to...