sept. twenty three at nine fifteen p.m.
murder = loves fate

i never felt like i was meant for anyone.

upstairs seems like a mountain to climb to answer the phone.

it's so... hard to write anything about ANYthing right now, even harder to write about how i can't write about stuff.

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