my brother says im a failure.
of course i think therefore i am.
and i think my brother hit the nail on the head.
when the tearducts go into overdrive, it doesnt mean a submission of emotions or circumstances.
im just really washed-out. i would like to make off for my own piece of heaven; for parts unknown where no one knows me and to start life anew with zero memories.
reverie is the child of extremes
