Sunday, November 12, 2006

she keeps on asking "do you think it hurts much to die?"

can't sleep. been up all fucking night reading band slash like a fucking desparate 15-year-old and listening to my ipod, crying when "chloroform perfume" by from autumn to ashes came on.

i need to find the boy that knows how i feel, that knows what it feels like to be so hopeless, lost, and broken. where the hell is he?

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