but i a d o r e her..
damn it. i dont know why i write in here.
There's music playing
but we dance to the beat
of our own b l a c k h e a r t s
and draw diagrams
of s u i c i d e on each others wrists
then trace them with razorblades
i<3jason. its real. & im falling fast.
this could be the best thing ever. or the fucking w o r s t.