HOPE IS A THING THAT NEVER SHOULD EXIST IF THERE IS HOPE THERE IS DESPAIR THE GREATER THE HOPE THE MORE DESPAIR IT BRING
HAI IF ONLY I NEVER LOOK FOR FRIENDS LIKE I DID IN MY SECONDARY LIFE I WOULD NEVER SUFFER BY FRIENDS ABANDONESS

WONDER WHERE IS THE RIGHT PLACE TO DIE A LEGAL PLACE MAKE NO DIFFERENCE WITH THE LOST A INSIGNIFICANT INSECT LIKE ME

la mort est un art, il signifie la métamorphose du corps de décomposition d'une vie pleine de sens
 

KILL

TO KILL OR NOT TO KILL?

who want to be loner when they can choose? they are loner for there is no choice

I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more love only more hurt

can things go on like last time?

I hope time can reverse my problem and restore me

Tearless grief bleeds inwardly