There are parts of me I do not like, little bits of infected me. I pick at them until they rot. I try to cut them out with a scalpel, but my hands are not that steady, self-mutilation is not an exact art. Sometimes the scalpel slips, cuts bits of healthy me, they start to gush vulnerability. I scrabble to stop the flow but my fingers soon become slick and slippery. Soon the infection leaks, spreads, slowly consuming my whole body.
That is how the world died. Humanity wanted to cut out the bad bits but slipped too many times; in the end they went mad with the pain. Those opposed to anarchy always claimed that there would be someone who had t
Favourite genre of music: Anything with a good bass beat Favourite photographer: Irving Penn, Devon Shaw Favourite cartoon character: Poison Ivy Personal Quote: Nosey little fucker, aren't you?
How are you liking Mills so far?? Looks like you've found some friends ^^ I hope it's good despite the lack of creamers. My summer's been pretty good, I'm in Seattle right now. How was your rather short one?
It was alright. I felt like I grew this summer, as a person. It was kinda thrown off at the end. I don't know if Tessa told you but we got into a car crash and I totaled my car. Mills is wonderful. This sounds horrible but I don't think I'm used to being this happy. There was always something holding me back during high school. I think it was the limitations that my mom imposed. But now I'm free. I have found some friends although right now it's more because we're the only ones here (for a summer program) I dunno. I'm gonna be honest I probably won't stay with most of them. Sorry, you probably didn't want that much detail. How's Seattle going? When are you starting up school?