december third at eight twenty p.m.
what if these words are wasted?

it feels as though i'm constantly trying to seperate myself as much as possible from my past lives.

...i hate one line diary entries, i hate them.



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