I’m like Ophelia once again. Is it ever over? Will it never end? What accounts for this morbid fascination with this suicidal girl? Pretend you’re drowning… moan and sigh… only thing you’re not told is the reason why. This obsession is madness at its most perverse. My God, what in the world could be the purpose of this game when every time it ends the same? Poor Shakespeare’s turning in his grave!
Emilie Autumn; I don’t understand