This is the beginning of the end.
The water is boiling. It's raining outside. I'm moody again. Due to myself. Ineptitude. Fear. Pride. Hope. An ever present need. Why? Perhaps. But you'll never understand now, would you?
The water is boiling. It's raining outside. I'm moody again. Due to myself. Ineptitude. Fear. Pride. Hope. An ever present need. Why? Perhaps. But you'll never understand now, would you?