for all intents and purposes, sober.
Saturday, Oct. 25, 2003
in this light, it's impossible to see your imperfections. other people point and gape at the black rotting parts of your personality, but i'm forced to drink myself to sleep again, into my pleasant oblivion, into this socially acceptable suicide.
but it's better than being awake without him, and it's better than waiting for you.
::
11:03 pm ::
now playing ... explosions in the sky (those who tell the truth shall die ...)
heads :: tales
now playing ... explosions in the sky (those who tell the truth shall die ...)
heads :: tales
