I wanted us to share forever.

I prefer the honesty of children to the masks of adults.

Fate is fickle as the gods.

I am no longer the same person. I lived a dozen lives since then.

Go away, Mother. You died a long time ago, by your own hand. Leave me alone, if not in peace.

Every coin is a corpse. Someone who crossed the Apolli. Bled dry in body then bank account.

Morality flees in the wake of desperation.

He’s not dead. He can’t die. Because I’m still alive.

Arguing with you is as pointless as jacking off a eunuch.