Don't tell me about the lights that have passed by your window as I was sleeping. I know I don't deserve any of this, but life still goes. Destruction becomes order and it's all lost in a haze of alcohol and cigarette smoke as life falls through the cracks in side walk you jumped over as a child. As we measure our lives we lose the meaning behind them. You think I would be used to the spin after 16 years...
Stars and sattelights
No this isn't another emo journal.
No matter what you think