Pause. Skip. Play.In the grand film of life, you were supposed to be my supporting actor. But you have taken it upon yourself to pause the movie, skip our string of scenes, and press play again, picking up where we shouldn't have left off until long from now.Pause. Skip. Play.
I always said I didn't deserve you. And I was right. I deserve better.
Brand New Toys For Horrid BoysI was neatly packaged for you. My wrapping paper was folded and pressed, my ribbon tightened and set on top, in the very center. I was as perfect as I could be. Then you opened the package, tore down my cardboard barriers, and there I stood. Still. Lifeless. Untouched. Virgin territory, you know? The perfect new little toy, just for you. You wound me up and watched me go, all the while making sure I never fell off the edge of the table. And for a while, you took care of me. You made sure I felt secure, safe, special. But you grew tired. You let me tarnish with the salty residue of my tears and you nevBrand New Toys For Horrid Boys
| Bow down, bitch! XD |
And it starts sometime around midnight.
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Why fear death when death is enevitable, you cannot stop it, only prolong your life when life is what we should fear, life is changing, ever rearanging and you can only try to guess what happens next.
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