I've died already. But for some reason, I still exist somewhere.
Current Residence: Maryland Favourite style of art: Manga MP3 player of choice: PSP Favourite cartoon character: Hank Venture & Ben Ten & Dante & Revy & Rock & so many more Personal Quote: Coolness & Sweetness/ "shrug"
Favourite Movies
Wassup Rockers & Hard Candy
Favourite TV Shows
Call of Wild Man, Man vs. Wild
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Slipnot, Killswitch Engage, Thursday, Lower Definition, Like Moths to Flame
The cold of the winter is leaving for now. But the cold has not abandoned me. Even though the worlds heating up. Even though....the sun has a few more hours to look over me.....my heart is as icy as ever. I have not forgiven the sun. I do not feel the warmth of a kind and relaxing sun.
"The life of man is a winter's day and a winter's way."
But, you can smile. Smirk. Laugh. Quiver with joy! Rejoice!
I've decided. That is what I will become. I'll become that thing and more. I am a canvas. I and I will surely become an atrocious piece of art some day. Time will go by. And this time...I won't care what they say... nothing can break my resolv
So I'm a demon right? I feel like a demon.... Every person I tried to form bonds with has abandoned me. I don't hate them, I don't hate you at all. I'll just sit here in my dark place....alone and without friends or a penny to spend. Because.....even though you have forgotten me, I'll admire you from afar.
You've grown so talented and beautiful. Hello beautiful people. Hello beautiful world. I know you can't hear me...I know you can't see me in my dark place, but I have never forgotten you. I envy you..... My broken heart cries. I've grown cold and indifferent. My container has become inferior to all of yours.
I'm hideous. I am a monster...
Forget the beauty of her eyes, for you'll never be reflected in that light. The sweet euphoria of a touch. Or..or the sound of a voice of wet crystal glass. For she shall never sing for you, and you shall never feel the touch of her delicate being. Erase the idea of a splendid..exotic smell from the depths of your head. Oh!...and the taste of her, for she is surely sweet.... You shall never know her.
Sunflowers lean toward her to perhaps catch a scent of her. The wolves howl at night. The moon has whispered a secret of her beauty and they long for her. The ocean isn't content...the tide comes in every day....reaching for the land. For she is
do you want the truth i have idea who hikuojinku is she comments on my page sometimes but i dont know her or you so you leave me alone u i will tell you the diffrents: i like spiders and she does not i hate you she wishes to kill you w'ill your sleeping and blame it on the sleeping i like sad movies she hates them she likes stuff animels i like riping them into nothing if your wondering how i know so much is because we were talking on the phone yesterday