Can'ttrustpeople. Won'tdoanygood. They'llkillyoueverytime. They'llkilleachother. They'llkilleveryone.
My imagination is a kind of animal. So what I do is keep it alive.
Each person feels pain in his own way, each has his own scars.
If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets.
Either I'm funny or the world's funny. I don't know which. The bottle and lid don't fit. It could be the bottle's fault or the lid's fault. In either case, there's no denying that the fit is bad.
If I'm going to merely ramble, maybe I should just snuggle under the warm covers, think of Miu, and play with myself.