I’m not sure how it started, But I hate having to be guarded. I don’t have anything that is my own, except the things that people hate. I know I can’t wait much longer, or else my passion will be completely destroyed. And that will just lead to people being annoyed. But I’m not sure… Continue reading Destruction of Passion
I’ve talked about this before, but after this weekend, I think it bears repeating.
My life so far can be summed up by It was the best of times, it was the worst of times