Pain, pain, pain, pain...

echhh...feeling a big bit like shit but I'm still moving on...

I'm still taking painful shits and I will take them for I have done wrong...

It's not your fault...it's mine.

You know that I know what you should have done...I cannot be more greatful that you haven't...

I will repent this for a long time and I will take head-on anything that you claim to be righteous...

I am the greatest bastard you could have encountered, I'll do my best to fix it all up...I'll cut my chest open...anything...just...be here.

I've got a lot of course-work now...but when everything gets settled there I'm all yours. It couldn't pick a better time...I know.

Do not feel sorry for anything bad or picky and nasty things you have or will say...I deserve it all and deserve nothing more...It does hurt...but I bet not as much as you have endured back then.

Someday...I'll bring back...drag back...pull back the fairy-world you've lost...even if I have to strech out my veins to reach it...just for you.

Doctor ! A bullet in the head would be fine...but if you wish...keep me alive. 

Those memories reap my heart...everyday...each time I look at you...they come back...and I feel like I want to be run over by a truck...

Nevermind...getting a bit e(l)mo lately [It's not a clitoris you perverted bastards ! It's an 'L' ] 

I don't even know the purpose of writing this here...