march eigth at 12:20 p.m.
always writing against this truth

i'm unconciously convincing myself to feel more, this lack of something isn't enough. maybe it's not lack of something at all, just contentment, happiness even. whatever it is, i'm not sure what to do with myself; i think i may finally have something to give.

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