Everyone is screwed up, the ones who try to say they aren’t, they’re the ones who are the worst off.

Trust to some was placing all your insecurities and beliefs in one single person, and hoping he or she wouldn’t squash them.

Kenny rested his hand on my leg, patting it delicately. His thoughts staying just that, thoughts, as we drove in silence, back to my prison of paradise, back to the one place I knew I could be happy, yet miserable, all in the same day.

Impending doom, it was a familiar sweater, we all wore it and as scratchy as it felt against our skin, we kept it on.

People expected something for nothing, that’s why they did nothing so beautifully these days.

I wanted to play with death, like a child with a new toy, I wanted to push all the buttons and see what would happen.