If you could do it all over again, would you?
Crying me a river…
He has standing near the car hundreds of years, all the time.
i guess we’ll just have to adjust
I am still recovering from the madness and pain, so I guess it’s time for me to go to bed and cry silently in my pillow as I listen to Damaged People and Lotus and Hoodoo
ok I am making myself sad, so here, before I head to bed, share some sadness with me ;__;
Lead me, please guide me
Unchain me, untie me
I see your shadow, your shape on the wall
But I cannot hear your voice when it calls
Can you tell dreams from reality?
Can you tell sense from insanity?
Sometimes it all melts down
And mixes into half-lies.