Disease

INDEX CARDS FOR TEH WIN!


much cooler version of this in my new album


anyway, this is what happens when I stay up till 6 AM in my self destruct mode, suffering in all the anguish love has provided me with.





Love is usually described as a warm fuzzy feeling. This brings to mind the image of something soft and pinkish or something all fluffy and pleasant

but I think love is more of a disease, black and sticky. It wraps itself around your heart and constricts it. It never leaves, there is no cure and you can die from it.


I know I know

woo woo woo

I'm so angsty gawth

my soul is a black pit of emptiness and sorrow


back to my dark corner!