Cova; a strange, sarcastic, neurotic, all around awkward individual that supposedly spends too much time reading and watching movies/television and who is running this little personal blog. They also have an unhealthy obsession with pie, fascination with serial killers and has too many feelings about angels and their vessels. There is nothing but pain here.

"Physical manifestation of pure evil~." -Gay

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I wish people would stop telling me every single day that I need to try and mend the relationship with my sister, and thus Voldemort, because it’s the “right thing to do”. Is it? For whom, the person telling me to fix it? Because I know when we were on the best of terms I was fucking miserable. 

I am not being immature in this decision and shouldn’t be made to feel guilty for making it. I was naive for a long time when it came to our relationship -which was dysfunctional at best from the start- believing everyone else’s feelings mattered more than my own. So I swallowed my feelings, choked on them and smiled through the discomfort, while everyone else in the situation was only looking out for themselves. In the end it came to us almost literally coming to blows.

Why should I go back to that again?