Sometimes, I wished I could forget everything and start anew. Go somewhere new, somewhere nobody knows my name, make new friends and be happy. Just for awhile. Wished I could.
Wished I could disappear.
>Talk to me.
1:14 AM ]]Words that would mend the things that were broken.
This is the last time. It's get there or die trying. Dying seems pretty neat. That's fine, I'm not important anyway.
>Talk to me.