December 2011
lost and insecure, you found me
Soy un perdedor
itschrisb:
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
shoot-to-destroy asked: Balance and composures pretty sick haha :)
This time of year I feel alone.
The wind blows and dries my skin. These people keep to themselves, all living in their own hell. I need to get out of this place I’m in. Take me to a place where I don’t know anybody. Leave me alone for now. I’ve grown sick of every face that I’ve known.
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