Arcturus

they should invent a place where i belong

i'm not tragic these days, I don't weep, but I feel alone, bewildered, far from you, far from everything - nothing has any meaning.

Lately I've been drowning. Hopelessly choking for air. I sob like a little child. I will rot in this room forever. I have never been beautiful.

what a sick little head, your love always turns into obsession