You’d think you’d understand this because you’re supposed to be goth, but if she isn’t willing to rot with you, if you arent both willing to sacrifice everything, to destroy anything to be together, no matter what, it’s not true love, it’s a love of convenience. F****** posers. I hope you end up sick, broke and crippled so she leaves your fat a** and you realize I’m telling the truth. F*** you Mustache Cash Stash, I will take everything from you. F*** you Siren, I would have sacrificed everything, killed anyone for you. It should be my life. You don’t deserve it. I won’t let you keep it.