äijät saapuu moskovasta
she never knew what she wanted
those words shall be carved on my pitch black gravestone,with silver letters.if there is going to be one.I wonder if I disappeared,would anyone even notice.
this place is dead...
I'm dead
...and I need sugar.anything that makes me high or drunk.fags.
saturdays aren't fun anymore.as if they never were.I just think they are until it's saturday.but there's one good thing in this saturday:
it's raining and the sun is not shining=no headache.
I need to buy bracelets.gosh,,it's already so late.
I must run.
those words shall be carved on my pitch black gravestone,with silver letters.if there is going to be one.I wonder if I disappeared,would anyone even notice.
this place is dead...
I'm dead
...and I need sugar.anything that makes me high or drunk.fags.
saturdays aren't fun anymore.as if they never were.I just think they are until it's saturday.but there's one good thing in this saturday:
it's raining and the sun is not shining=no headache.
I need to buy bracelets.gosh,,it's already so late.
I must run.