My half-birthday was oct 16th. My real birthday was april 16th. 19 1/2 years old. No matter what date passes, nothing changes.
Hopes and dreams mean nothing. "Sorry" has no meaning. You're either living or dying.
So, goodbye, internet, life. There is someone i left a long time ago, and i must reunite.
Feeding off the fragments of each other's existence has left us withered and dying.
Let us walk together. Together we shall reawaken and weave the true future.
I will not forget what i felt those nights. It has been many years, but I have not forgotten you.☆