I can't have enough oxygen lately. I am really kinda suffering from vampires, werewolves and humans stuffs. It all come so quick, dissolve right into my subconscious mind. Turning and flipping every single sheet like a mad fellow that had escaped out of mental hospital. And what in return was that,
NOW,
She was so depressed, so desperate,
that wolf didn't come to her at beach of La Push,
most of all,
the vegetarian vampire trashed her,
at least with that melodic, angelic voice,
and she leaped,
down the high cliff,
to the dark water,
surprising, huh?
I saw flashes of golden eyes,
staring blankly at me,
in their long train of thoughts.
Mad, don't call me worm.
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