I'm the dandy highwayman.

"Stand and deliver, your money or your life!"


You can't touch me.

Nightmares and Dreams

All dreams serve to do is torture me.

I don't want to sleep anymore.


-sigh- this is ridiculous. Just once I'd like to make a happy blog post. As soon as something good happens to me, I promise I'll post it.

"I might well be a manipulative bastard but you people make it so easy by being so mind-numbingly stupid!"

How many circles do you people have to walk in before you realise you've been here before?! How many broken hearts and regrets will you suffer before you realise that the only reason that it keeps happening to you is because of that whole middle ground where you're an idiot!?

Blame the Fates, blame him, blame her, blame me, blame anyone but yourself. Because that's what has always worked for you in the past. I suggest you look in the mirror and see your own failings before you judge others so harshly.

Or perhaps you'll blame yourself too much and self-destruct. Self-loathing isn't the answer either. There's strength in knowing your weaknesses.


Off the subject. This new keyboard is taking some getting used to.

Rhetorical nonsense.

Flowered prose and complex metaphors mean nothing after all.


Perhaps it is time to explain myself in simple terms...



...perhaps not.

All the little pieces.

"...All the little pieces falling, shatter. Shards of me, too sharp to put back together. Too small to matter, but big enough to cut me into so many little pieces..."



I never did consider myself a whole.



"Lie to me, convince me that I've been sick forever and all of this will make sense when I get better."