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.

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.

If there's a chance something could go wrong,

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

I might switch my profile to taph......

(with a hood tho I don't wanna be a woman)

May the heart that has already died rot inside, but may such a heart not infect the veins with its resentment and hatred.

Everytime I hear betrayed 1x1x1x1 groan, this instantly starts to appear in my mind

All idiots, all hypocrites...

So mean, so mean...

I hate them...

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...

FINALLY..IT'S OVER.

A tip.