I'm never getting my copy of Lolita back. Fuck.
It's ironic. I try my best to be as honest with myself and everyone around me as possible but no matter what I do, that perpetual distance remains, darting my attention toward a foreboding future. Fuck.
If you wanna find out what's behind these cold eyes, you'll just have to claw your way through this disguise.
The apathy is astonishing.