keep your / hand on the rail / if / all / else fails

<< Saturday, Mar. 17, 2012 - 7:47 pm >>
Well 2

I wish winter comes soon. So I can validate my foul moods sensibly. Maybe I'm getting too old for this diary.

So you want to love me but you hate yourself? So you want a baby without strings attached? I am a puppet in this drama. I am no lead just a pale face in the background. Like the moon. This script's been written by a cold god long ago. We don't believe in gods why are we even pretending?