it's better if you let that noise become music to your ears, somehow. take down that bitterness with only half the sugar you usually get it down with. their bumping is like music to my ears. his crying is a symphony. i can take your lack of respect. i can remember your sick and tired, that you hate being here. what is my excuse? what justifications did i use before? i ended up in a graveyard burying them. the black felt right to wear. what shining moments do you endure? what crushing agony?
lovelysitwell:
hey sounds like my mum and dad.if you would like cheering up i can write you a letter.its nice to get stuff in the post.its not much.life sucks.
lovelysitwell:
just message me your address with your name.i promise im not a nutter! 