and one day we will die and our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea...

Jul 14, 2010 00:28

i just want to feel like i matter.

i miss you most on nights like these.

i don't even know if you would want to talk to me now.

i don't think i would want to talk to me.

i wish you were here.

bad thoughts, time to medicate myself into oblivion, come find me, absence

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