Happy birthday Seto <3. October 25.
Do you think God knows he’s not fair? Or he listens when I cry out that he’s not? Do you think he cares? I’ve been calling your name, and your answer was a hollowed echo. I felt I was shouting meaningless words into an empty abyss, just to hear them repeated back to me. I’m not sure I know what I’m asking for anymore. I know I always want you. But there is no you. How is it like? To want nothing.. M.K










