Beauty is so fleeting...I find it hard to remove myself from my malevolent tendancies. Certain events in my life have splintered my mind. And this has made me into a cold and distant person. But at the same time, I can not help but wonder what my life would have been like is none of these negative things had happened to me. I would not be the person that I am today. In many ways, I do not wish to change my Legato-esque behaviour. I wish...that I could somehow escape my splintered surface, thou. I am basin of shattered glass; I somehow want to be a better person. At the same time, I wish to continue to be that cynical little asshole that I've been dubbed.
I am a man of my word; I shall keep the promises that I swore to uphold. I guess that dosen't mean that I can't manipulate it, thou...
It's so easy to fall, so easy to scape already dulled knees againt the pavement. And yet, they continue on. I have lost the sense of knowing whether they are weaker or stronger than anyone else.