here we stand at the edge of infinite science once again claims its victory as we hide under our desks hardly safe in the hopes that someone has a fucking clue the sirens the screams the world stops...
ten years have passed and our lives are just beginning outlasted all the others and nothing's changing been through everything together and we're always growing stronger you're a true friend and...
how am i supposed to decide what is right for me spent my time in front of the mirror getting ready to impress someone i haven't met and probably doesn't exist starving ourselves to slip it in cutting...
"this should work!" i scream and i clutch to these written down plans but people don't always feel the way a pen tells them to and that's ok this is easier said than felt how long can i stay...