This is chapter number 4.
First was Moonstruck (my favorite word)
Then it was Perfect Mistakes.
After that its What's Left.
Finally I am here.... in this Slient Warzone.
I have a very bad habit. Of trying to force meaning on things. Like I brought chains and rings then wear them everyday so it can mean something but I know just wearing something a lot wont make it mean something.
I do the same with people. My lil sisters who are really just people I just met in school and adore. Only one calls me big brother though I know she doesn't see me that way.
Always hated war. But lately thats all I think about lately and I cant seem to stop... I just want it to stop.