I ask myself, what am i living for
Love or pure brutal fun.

Pure brutal fun, much like a double edged sword
With one side called fun (when you cut those fucking guys down, and blood spurts all over you)
The other, you know.... (when the plan backfires, when your actions to gain "fun" has a negative consequence instead, when the sword you planned to use against people cuts you instead, and blood spurts out of your stomach, much to the joy of the warrior who killed you "i bet hes laughing at how stupid you were cuz you got cut by your own fucking sword hohoho mofo")

Dont we all need some attention,
Dont we all need some affection..
These words ring true

I wanted fun,
I wanted attention

And at the time when i was at my most vulnerable, strangers came to help.
Not just one, a plenty.
If werent for them, i would've gotten my ass kicked pretty badly now.

From today onwards,
i'll be responsible for my actions,
and i'll choose the path i've always wanted to take.
To love, not to fucking have stupid fun.

11 more days.
When the hair goes, so will the sins and stupidity.  ¶ 1:35 AM