What is normal to one, is incomprehensible to another.
ALL anger in this world stems from a lack of control.
All of reality bows to the illusion of life and death.
You can't always do it right, you can always do what's left.
Thoughts rearrange. Familiar now strange. All my skin is drifting on the wind.~
Originally Posted by MacGuffin
ayoitsStepho is becoming someone else. Actually her true self, a rite of passage.
Anything that you haven't fought for isn't going to be appreciated. It takes blood, sweat, and a large amount of tears before you appreciate what you have.