Talk:Ken Kaneki/@comment-190.80.8.7-20141008033007

I don’t know what you’d think, but these words relate to Kaneki so much (minus the naughty words).

Misery fucking loves me, and I love her so. She is the cold embrace of no escape, when I’m left alone. She is the dying breath of nothing left; that I’ve become accustomed to. She is the last light, the dark night, the noose round my neck, the hole in the floor. Black cloud, death shroud; weight of the world dragging me down. I have nothing to offer anyone-hopes of the hopeless coming undone. Misery is my only friend-she’s a cold fucking slut, but she is not the end.