Hearing cracks behind me with every step. The bridges are to cold to burn but the cold has made them brittle. Trying to find an escape.
Welcome to my world
30
May
Hearing cracks behind me with every step. The bridges are to cold to burn but the cold has made them brittle. Trying to find an escape.
2
May
Yes it will be a grace if I die. To exist is pain. Life is no desire of mine anymore. No more seat belts, looking both ways, speed limits, rules. Fuck this world.
1
May
Maybe my gift to my mom will crashing on her couch wherever I find her. May be early for my appointment.