The Ghosting Timeline

i trusted blindly, was it wrong for me to latch on tight ? 'cause i didn't realize nettles stung && apples weren't all white.

I thought SOS meant "save our souls..." Instead, it meant jack shit.

I am unapologetic for the sympathy I lacked.

i became the thing i FEARED, taking their LIVES in my hand.

remorse for everything I've done — my hand's a smoking gun !

i'm fucking tired...

You are far TOO nice, MERCY has a price.

let him feel the PAIN that his mother felt && ROT.

&& all i learned was smoke fills the lungs like a disease.

So why even try ? When the sky’s much CLOSER than it seems && growing up means GIVING UP your dreams.

gunshots through my door i can take just what i want when i settle the score.

what good would killing do when mercy is a skill more of this world could learn to use ?