whuck.

love - i don`t believe in you. you are a mirage that taints my schema of reality. please go elsewhere and concentrate on healing the world, you`ve done enough eroding to these parts. love, de la.
g o s c r e w y o u r s e l f

it`s december first

and she`s not in my life the way i want her to be, and i don`t know if she ever will again. on my bella shit. stolen like lemonade on a hot summer day, waiting for that cool again...
s h a k i n g m y h e a d.