my past is like a nightmare that i never can escape.

Thirteen ~♥

this house is full of ears but i can't talk to anyone. they've heard this one a thousand times. most exciting thing i do.. hang half way out a third floor window, maybe throw lit cigarettes down and maybe i'll catch fire, something warm to hold me, something pure to burn away the darkness that hides inside my mind. all that evil shit's not hard to find, i guess i only claim to be nice.©