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Let the fire burn..and the ashes drown your past. Let the rain fall down.. and wash the ruins of your life.. dark dreams of the past.. calling with agonies.. haunting me, haunting you.. eternally.. eternally.. |


writing two after all, and all meaning a whole lot of Jameson, it almost feels okay to play highschool games but i must tell you it felt fucking terrible, honestly. it felt pretty fucking terrible, because it just made me realise that i can not point out a quality in my whole being, other than being-the-girl-who-reads-a-lot-and-knows-a-lot, or if you prefer, another stupid know-it-all. and so after listening to everyone else's bullshit on how much they care about people and how patient they all are i just went to the window and gazed at the stars like a walking cliché waiting for anyone to come and ask me why didn't i say a good thing about myself iwriting two by =leonorfernandes