september second at twelve p.m.
romance is dead... or is it?

i've neglected to write in this on purpose, and i'm not sure if it's because i'm sick of the questions or because i disapoint myself when i read these entries over.

today was exhausting, let's do it again tomorrow.

i notice how people write like they talk, so i guess that's why i suck at writing. i suck at talking. i can't get a thing across straight and when i do it's usually just a stupid "clever" comment about something. pft, clever is generous.

i'll fake a smile for you tomorrow.

"your fragile heart got broken when you locked your lips with his kiss"

apr�s - vers l'avant

bout cinq...
ate pm - 2013-01-09
2012-12-02 - 2012-12-02
won a.m. - 2012-11-16
long cold nights - 2012-10-30
drowned dreams - 2012-10-30

lame