i’m tied to your soul. and you’re tied to mine. i can see it in your eyes, when you speak to me. you look like a child again, but we happened at the wrong time.
even if we go down in the biggest flames the world has ever seen, i won’t for a second regret stoking the fire.
i’m suffering. sinking into the furthest depths of misery. and yet it feels holy.
i am angry all the time.
my worst nightmare is being stuck in this terribly boring town doing something mediocre.
i will continue screaming at the sky until it can match the rage coursing through my veins.
if there is one thing on this earth i can depend upon. it is my uncle, who loves me more than i love my own flesh and bones.