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how dare you say you know best for everyone when you've never cared about anyone but yourself

When your job is to get rid of everyone who’d hurt you, what do you do when that job ends?

My ice cold heart began to thaw, and the feeling of renewed life in this dead flesh is sickening.

It’s not that I’m in a bad mood, I just don’t trust how long this good mood has been going.

I’ve cared too much again.

There is a point where you are broken. Most consider this the point where one becomes weak. Yet, no, I’ve never felt stronger.

Nothing is funnier than someone trying to be angry.

Carry with your presence the barking of black dogs, the fog of the damned, and the truth that nothing will ever hurt you again.

Everyone around me is burning, yet still I feel like a breath of fresh air.

What a joke.

Maybe, one day, we’ll be allowed to relax.