we had round two tonight, with added fighters.
storm in a teacup, storm in a teacup. my teacup.
and the worst thing is, the person who stirs up the storm walks away unscath.
the prefect cried today, i cried today. oddly, i’ve grown numb.
i dont give a fuck anymore. i mean it. this is it. this is where i draw the line. can’t hurt me no more because i dont give a flying fuck anymore.