When your heart beats are drumming Toxicity
There is no sacred silence
You walllow up in remorse and self pity
For the victims of domestic violence.
Quoting my Civics homework from last year. (On–you guessed it– domestic violence) Shitty indeed.
The vacations are over, and my presence here has not been felt. No I have not been turned to an invisible shade of pink. I’m still here, sitting on the same chair, staring fixedly at the same monitor, eating the same bowl of cereal (yes that is bugging me, it should have biodegraded by now).
The vacations are over, and with it are a lot of things. Ofcourse the homework is gone, which I like because I spend a day trying to do it as fast as possible, while still managing to include quirky/funny/shitty as above stuff. (Though I like the Drumming Toxicity bit). I just realized my school homework makes for good quotes.
Anyway, this post is totally pointless. I just wrote this to get a grip of stuff on this domain. I’ll go back to Spaceset, and whatever else I was doing, and my readers can continue reading their Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal.
May the force be with you.
