I write because nobody listens, and read because my own life is boring. My mind is a maze of endless thoughts, and my heart is a broken compass. When I'm alone the words I sing to, are the words I could never say. And the music that I listen to, is the blood running through my veins. There's really no other way to put this, besides seeing my reblogs. In short: "Messed up, life worn, and perfectly flawed." Xxx