october eighteenth at eleven fourty four p.m.
i'm sorry

everything inside of me is screaming, though it is in a language i can't understand. if you ask me if i'm alright, i'll say fine- i have no other answer, i don't know how to say any other answer.

things havn't been the same, will never be the same, but things will never change. five years from now i'll still be writing in this diary.

putting effort into anything is too much.

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