i realize i'm not perfect for everyone, but i'm perfect for someone. i know lots of girls don't want be with me, but i'm not trying to be with lots of girls. i finally decided to accept myself so that one may accept me.

...and it's pagan poetry. - Björk

So...anyway. it feels like escapism, but who cares. i feels like someone is always watching, even now. That's why i chose magenta background...who the hell will care anyway!? This all feels weird eventually, anyway. Maybe if i type something for you, you won't have to feel like saying anything at all. Cover Me. Collar Me. See you on the Switch-Side.