They hate me, and nothing will change that fact.

There is no present or future that can change my past.

If they hate my past, they hate me, all of them.

Be an angel... Free to walk in the limited hands of a being who commands you..

Or be a demon.. bound by the chains of freedom...

One day the Punching Bag will tear again, and you won't have any more thread and needle to sew it back together.

Nothing is infinite, the Punching Bag won't the able to handle so many punches.

Images that i forget to post, or, when i posted, it was dark here ;--;

If there's a chance something could go wrong,

Well, it's going to go wrong for me.

Eyes ;-;

I don't know where in the comunity put this, so, i will put in art or weirdcore ;-;

And Good Night :>

Falling...

All idiots, all hypocrites...

So mean, so mean...

I hate them...

All of them.

Eh, the paper just cutted because a bunch of ink or theses pen things.

So i completed drawing in one notebook haha.

I don't need that notebook;-;

So, okay then ;-;

Scopophobia

Good Afternoon ;-;

Imagine being God, you would have the power to choose...