Something something something. Self hate. Can’t remember if there was something I had wanted to say when I started this too long ago.

Have I mentioned how much I don’t like trying? Takes way too long. Still turns out bad.

It’s the whiny ponle Mercury Vapour. I give up on butt marks. And backgrounds. That wasn’t happening. Nope.

Edit

Oh. I remembered the thoughts about what was going on. Won’t update the thing cause no one cares but I wrote it anyway. 

No matter what you do, it is impossible to kill your past. Not unless you’re willing to kill the people that fondly remember the way you used to be. You can run away as long as you like, but you can’t escape the ghosts that live in the minds of those you used to know.