AboutBefore you ask why I am here, I will answer it for you. It's quite simple, really. I am here to kill you and eat your children. ^^
Anyways, I'm open for friend requests. Making friends is why we're here, yes?Any comments..You know where to put them. And hey, I'm up for hater mail. Makes my day better. ..Seriously. Nice comments make me giggle, hater mail makes me smile. Just fer yer info, my birthday is the 15th of April. Gaia has issues with dates. Just..Dun ask.
Todesengel (Angel of Death)
Toterengel (Dead Angel)
Engel dur untoten (Angel of the Undead)
Vanille: “Hey Serah. Will I ever see her again?“
Serah: “…You will.”
Vanille: “Really, I have been chasing after her. I wanted to say sorry…but couldn´t bring myself to say it.”
Serah: “Is it hard?”
Vanille: “It´s like a nightmare.”
Serah: “We should rise up to the challenge together with the people we love."
“I hope you will find the courage to say sorry.”
“You are not supposed to say sorry to me. You have to say it TO THE ONE YOU LOVE":::
"I had went through a lot of things in my life that had driven me to a darker path than most choose to take. I split the flesh on my wrist with a box opener, painting the floor of my bedroom with blood I shouldn't have spilt. After sitting there for what seemed like hours (which apparently was only minutes), I had the revelation that this was not the path. It was my decision to seek medical treatment, as on the other hand I could have chose to sit there until enough blood drained from my downward lascerations on my wrists to die."
Favorite quote from a book:
"Your like the ocean, pretty enough on the surface, but dive down into your depths, you'll find beauty most people never see. Lucky me. I fell in, headfirst."
-Burned by Ellen Hopkins.
Seung-Hui Cho - Shooter of the Virginia Tech Massacre :
You have vandalized my heart, raped my soul, and torched my conscience. You thought it was one pathetic boy's life you were extinguishing. Thanks to you, I die like Jesus Christ, to inspire generations of the weak and defenseless people. Do you know what it feels to be spit on your face and to have trash shoved down your throat? Do you know what it feels like to dig your own grave? Do you know what it feels like to have your throat slashed from ear to ear? Do you know what it feels like to be torched alive? Do you know what it feels like to be humiliated and be impaled upon on a cross? And left to bleed to death for your amusement? You have never felt a single ounce of pain your whole life. Did you want to inject as much misery in our lives as you can just because you can?...I didn't have to do this. I could have left. I could have fled. But no, I will no longer run. It's not for me. For my children, for my brothers and sisters that you ********;, I did it for them… When the time came, I did it. I had to...You had a hundred billion chances and ways to have avoided today, but you decided to spill my blood. You forced me into a corner and gave me only one option. The decision was yours. Now you have blood on your hands that will never wash off. You had everything you wanted. Your Mercades wasn't enough, you brats. Your golden necklaces weren't enough, you snobs. Your trust fund wasn't enough. Your Vodka and Cognac weren't enough. All your debaucheries weren't enough. Those weren't enough to fulfill your hedonistic needs. You had everything.