Today I am going to talk about a specific someone. Let’s call him Black. Black used to be an optimistic, happy-go-lucky boy who was…
oh, you thought. you thought that you were looking for love.
he sat on the couch, trying his best not to let his eyes wander to a screen of any sort. he wanted a break. he…
i’m sorry for everything, i really am. i’m sorry for making you angry, sad or worried. i’m sorry for keeping you…
She has had enough of it all.
his legs crosses in and his head disappears there — on cold building roofs. some steel some concrete. pollution fills his nostrils. he is…