october twentieth at three eighteen p.m.
so i cried, and you'd think i'd be better for it

this is my only alibis- the sickness that keeps me away. my heart is failing, there is no blood reaching it now and it makes it hard to care, and hard to carry this weight. and hard to wake up in the morning and actually exist. i eat to keep my stomach satisfied, so there won't be that nagging anymore, because i'm really not hungry.

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