procrastinating youth, once upon a time there was a boy. he had lots of names. he was a bit confused and always seemed to be doing things wrong. a lot of the time people made him feel sad without realising it. sometimes he felt like he was three separate people. a person everyone saw. a person some people saw. and a person nobody saw. he loved to hate. and he hated to love. because he liked passion. everyone lied to him. everyone always thought he was stupid. and he didnt care enough to prove them wrong. he liked looking at the stars. he liked imagining they were all different worlds with different realities and on a star far away someone was looking straight back at him thinking the same thing. one day he'd had enough of everyone and he climbed to the very top of the very highest building in his town and tried to reach the stars. his arms weren't even close to reaching the stars. so he cut off his head, and just as he was dying he threw it up into the sky and into the stars.

2 years ago from wolfgutss-deactivated20111226-d

once upon a time there was a boy. he had lots of names. he was a bit confused and always seemed to be doing things wrong. a lot of the time people made him feel sad without realising it. sometimes he felt like he was three separate people. a person everyone saw. a person some people saw. and a person nobody saw. he loved to hate. and he hated to love. because he liked passion. everyone lied to him. everyone always thought he was stupid. and he didnt care enough to prove them wrong. he liked looking at the stars. he liked imagining they were all different worlds with different realities and on a star far away someone was looking straight back at him thinking the same thing. one day he’d had enough of everyone and he climbed to the very top of the very highest building in his town and tried to reach the stars. his arms weren’t even close to reaching the stars. so he cut off his head, and just as he was dying he threw it up into the sky and into the stars.

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