I have been miserable for so long, and this playground haunts me.
Moving completely to GorgeousSin
Find me there, buried under the ruins
of broken dreams and memories that never were.
Storms covering my eyes.
Follow me into the dark, if you wish,
and never expect anything more
Than what's left.
And my whispers of apologies and thankfulness.Le plus clair de mon temps, je le passe à l'obscurcir. ~Boris Vian
I don't know if the journal will stay once they close the account, so I'll just let it rot there. Don't expect replies to notes or comments here.
I'm just a click away, anyway.
I'm sorry if this hurts anyone. I don't know why it would, but, I'm sorry.