angelfromhell kendra Someone (or thing, ha) wrote this about me, sigh: Loving, hating, complicated. The problem is you don't know what you want. Even though you're often very affectionate, it pleases you to take someone's heart and crush it into little bits that you can feed to the curs in your soul. Picture this scenario: you see a young guy sitting on the street... crying, bleeding, whatever, damning his own existence. Your heart twitches, and deep inside, you feel the most sorrow ever. So you lower yourself down to him, you lightly grasp his hands, and you embrace him. Two hours later you're dating. Four hours later he's dead. You wonder... was he the ONE? It's a dangerous world, and you are an Angel from Hell, a heartbreaker. You find the needy, and you help them out, if they can take it. Fly where ye may, Angel, but realize this: you might find someone who can show you what love really is. Then you're totally fucked. 001209 what's it to you? who go blather from