(no subject)
i sat up reading old entries of journals.
i sit here regretting every word i read.
simple reminders of simpiler times.
i do not wish to continue this journal.
no more plastic people.
no more plastic realities.
no more plastic feelings.
no more plastic words.
those expecting a new journal from me, will be disappointed.
this mind was not meant to be shared.
i sit here regretting every word i read.
simple reminders of simpiler times.
i do not wish to continue this journal.
no more plastic people.
no more plastic realities.
no more plastic feelings.
no more plastic words.
those expecting a new journal from me, will be disappointed.
this mind was not meant to be shared.