Keep your pants on. Shitty ending. Not happy with it >:/
But I'll never tell anyone. Lyrics?
Secrets spark me out. God, will I ever stop writing emo poetry? >
Basically I regret a lot of things I've done in my life.
A note from me to me. I have abandoned writing for too long, and now I am unsure if I still have any form of talent left. This is officially my personal kick in the (expletive word here).
The city's darkness is like a disease.
Not sure when I wrote this, or why. But I like it.
A little summary about my life in a poem. I wrote this for English class and my teacher said it's the best she's gotten.
It's been years ago since he had seen his wife but with just one enchanted walk in the dark woods could spark all the memories of his wife. He remembers his wife's death and questions as to why did...
The Rant Of Alessa Hentai
The things they do; what we think.
more shit in old note books
something in an old notebook