Carpe Noctem

This is war. Every line that is about who I don't wanna write about anymore.

Metal died today. She died half an hour after her surgery. It just hasn't hit me quite as hard as I thought it would. I don't think it's quite hit me just yet. My emotions have been fucked up lately. What's wrong with me?

Everything.
Everything.
Everything.


Keeping quiet is hard 'cause you can't keep a secret if it never was a secret to start.

We're concentrating on falling apart. I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe.

We are the best at what we do.