ThatOneChildOfApollo
The silence is too loud for me to fill with music, or people or writing sometimes.
i hate how i can go from happy to not wanting anything to do with life anymore.
i despise how the only thing i can hate is hate itself
i hate how everything feels wrong all the time. my skin is wrong. my bones are wrong. my brain even feels wrong sometimes.
i hate it when i hate people who call me the wrong thing, yet i dont know what would ever feel right for them to call me
i hate how i can apologise as a reaction, say im fine as an automation
and sometimes i feel too close to Akira than i think I ever should
"NO! I won't give up! I can't just... die..." - Piran Penhaligan, Skandar and he Spirit War by A.F. Steadman