＊⠀ Disappearance.
I plan on retheming this blog soon, I am not writing this with any purpose. Maybe I am, believe what You prefer.
All things come to an end, some stay forever — as the people say. I don't truly believe in that Myself, though. Some things stay too long that they no longer feel fit, Some things stay as they are fit. Some things are better left behind, Some things are better revisited.
I, am not.
May the leftovers be burnt to cinder, May the plans be cancelled, May the promises be broken. May they be gone, May they be ruined. Maybe you find it pathetic, that I am writing this. but seeing as you've made an entry on my birthday, despite me wanting to be forgotten — I am writing this.
Maybe it'll be found, Maybe not. I do not — and will never forgive you, you know that.
I have not much to ask, I only wish to be forgotten. Maybe it is a privilege, but I would rather suffer a fate of finding and losing My lover in every timeline, than be remembered. Remembrance is beautiful, yet suffocating — I do not wish to suffocate when I am not longer trapped under a frozen lake. I do not wish to be pulled back to where My acts are covered by obscurity, where I am not who I am.
Maybe it is selfish, Maybe you are doing it out of goodwill — at the end of the day, I am out of reach. All in all, Forget me. Goodnight.