more than a year ago.
Randomly-generated things.
I just need badly to write something. Anything.
I feel I have wasted so much time thinking about what other people think.
There is an ache in my heart nobody can ease. A hole nothing can cover up.
And yes, I am guilty of hurting too many people. And of being loved too much.
The tears are there. Mingling with the static in my head.
