February 2011
c liar <3
January 2011
gym, duh.
Angel of Mercy. How did you find me? Where did you read my story? Pulled from the papers. Desperate and hardened, seeking a momentary fix. All I wanted to say, all I wanted to do. Is fall apart now. All I wanted to feel, I wanted to love. It’s all my fault now, a tragedy I fear…
you start to wonder why you’re here, not there.
