If God had a master plan.
This is becoming impossible.

My thoughts are eating me from the inside.
Now i understand what people mean by i can't breath anymore.
It makes me sick and upset and sick
I can't sleep, think...
He is always in my head, no matter WHAT im doing.
Only alcohol makes me forget,
glass after glass of wine.
Villars, airport, home.

I can't go back there where i will see him every day.

This can't be love cause it kills.

2009-02-15 в 23:21 

Гай Петроний
My milkshake bringeth more menfolk to the yard. Verily, 'tis better than thine!
кто разбил твое сердце? Оо


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