July 2010
5 posts
Quicksand.
To be in love is the farthest thing from piece of mind.
Three years ago today was the first time you ever told me that I was too good for you.
But I’ve heard it a million times since.
Selfish defeat.
I don’t want to create another life like my own. I can’t make anyone happy.
A year ago.
“I’ve been so lost these days! I miss your friendship and helpful guidance!”
coffee with a bullet.
it must be easy to get over me.
