One Step at a Time

    6 Feb 2012

    I am already marking my exits

    already backing into a corner, already planning my escape. But why? I like you, a lot. But you don’t know me, the whole me, the dark parts. I don’t know, maybe it’s more than that. Why can’t I just be happy?

    1. magnesiumsoul said: hohoho look what we have here. come get the journal betch.
    2. persecutedbutnotabandoned posted this