I am the one who gave you the bullets to use on me. Why do you think I did that? Think it was an accident, think I just poured it out, the bleary tears streaming down my pretty face because that's what people do, don't they?
I hate when people have a brain made of feathers, they don't understand chess, it's war, there are pawns used for a reason, I wish they were smarter.
Imagine being an outcast on a dead planet full of zombies you just don't relate to. Some cold star in a black galaxy. I wonder if it snows there. I want a winter's calm because everything in my life is like death.