There is no such thing as justice, all the best that we can hope for is revenge.

For this freedom I have given all I had For this darkness I gave my light For this wisdom I have lost my innocence Take my petals And cover me with the night

I do not have OCD OCD OCD.

I myself am not afraid of ghosts; I am afraid of people.

He cried when I left, which I find to be standard male behavior.

Perfume was first created to mask the stench of foul and offensive odors... Spices and bold flavorings were created to mask the taste of putrid and rotting meat... What then was music created for? Was it to drown out the voices of others, or the voices within ourselves? I think I know.

I'm bipolar, but I'm not crazy, and I never was. I'm stark raving sane.