Devil's spawn

I'm losing control of everything.


It's scary. Everything, whether it means anything to me or not, is just slipping away, faster than a cannonball. It'll only be a matter of time before everything grinds to a halt, and I see the mess I have to clear up at my feet.

Crash and burn.


You deserve to die. Yes, I do deserve to die.


*(Edit)

On a lighter note, I wish I had the entire discography of N'Sync. I think. I am so gh3y. Sappy love songs are sex.

And I promise you never
Will you hurt anymore

Will someone promise me that?