Life.

Life. Right. Yeah.
The toughest god-damned thing on the plant and every single person has been or still is infected with it. It's a curse and a blessing, so I'm fending it off, but counting it at the same time. Which just doesn't make sense. I long so much for a sense of security, or a secure love. Love is just a carrier, and if there was someone carrying me I'd feel a fuck load better. Load of fuck.

~FUCK ME, SUCK ME, CARRY ME (PLEASE)~
Posted on March 12th, 2007 at 04:20pm

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