March 2012
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i have never felt the need of dying so much as i do today. everything i loved, and everything i owned and cared for dies in front of me all the time, i wanna leave so i wouldn’t have to see that again. it’s a bit selfish but i don’t know what to do, everyone always says the same thing. ‘ok they’re dead. move on’ that’s all they say they don’t care...
February 2012
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debating whether i should talk to you or.. :l
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