i do actually like to be human-like.
just ordered an archive for this diary to be safe.
for what it is worth, i did start it when i was 19.

night, there was SO MUCH.

sometimes it is not enough to die one time.
it takes you two or more, to become who you are.

to look up to someone blindly?
to cease the inner and outer wars?
to believe the hearts will stay?

well, i do not do this tremendous shit anymore.
what ever matters is blood, when it is your own.
dripping faster, than your coffee in a glass stand.

we are always born as someone.
but that does not matter, we have to stay that way,
or the way that is told to be the only possible to lead.

my guys love to say,
[if you cut my hand, i will grow another].

there are a lot of meanings to that, but the main one
standing is that the devotion will means the utmost.
in vitam aeternam.

simple as that.