• It's like being in an insane asylum, everything you say somehow makes sense but everyone around you simply ignores the truth. This world buit upon lies, deciet, fears, sins of the flesh, everything is used to cover up the truth of actually realizing there is no such thing as perfection. You pace quickly back and fourth while the lives of others tell you how to act look dress feel and eat. if that is perfection then i would rather pull its roots from the ground and leave it to wither and die.

    "It's only when you've lost everything, that you can do anything" ~fight club~