Fear owns me because I let it. Because I obsess over it, name it, raise it, and nurture it to become perfect. It is one of the few things in my life that I can control.

And there are people that will stand in your corner and convince you to stand up for another round no matter what.

They finally pushed me out, It's cool though cos I hae a dog.

This story never really had a point. It’s just a lull - a skip in the record. We are addresses in ghost towns. We are old wishes that never came true. We are hand grenades (and every word you say pulls the pin). We are all gods, we are all monsters.

He sharpened his flaws and disappointments into daggers.

It takes knowledge to know something. It takes guts to do what you know.

Emo is over, you can all go home now