The fact that Gene Simmon's son is a manga-ka disturbs me more than whether he's really copying or not.
That's right... I never felt a sense of superiority because I could see spirits. And I never once thought that I could make a living or help someone with it. I just longed for a life where I couldn't see them. And I finally got what I always wanted.
Death is not goodbye.
So stop sulking. You're not old enough for the cool, tortured look.
Hold on. So in my mind, this jacked-up, sideways ridiculousness is the normal state?
What is this "heart"? If I tear open that chest of yours, will I see it there? If I smash open that skull of yours, will I see it there?