fashion as a weapon
14.12.02 7:53 p.m.

i find you where you are, sleepless nights and drunken stares.

i swear i just read that somewhere. my mind is falling apart. i swear this and that. and i want to escape into some far off place.

b. let's go run away.

i'm going to delete a lot of my old entries here. as much as it is good to document.. i don't know. i want to purge in a way and this seems to easiest way to do it.

the healthiest.