i am the very height of unoriginality, everything i've done has happened before, i should just stop really. running around grinning nervously at strangers or slumped over a railing staring into space, i wish i could fly away. i wish i didn't have to bother people, they don't want me to be anywhere near them. i wish things didn't have to bother me. ( Read more... )

today is another grey day ( Read more... )