Days when I still felt alive...
My bed finally came today. We spent a fucking age putting it together... but it was worth it in the end. And now I'm alone again. And I'm sad. And I'm thoughtful. And that is not a good combination for me. Atleast I have a pad and some pretty good sketching pencils to keep me occupied, oh and alot of music I havn't listened to in a very long time. I kinda miss my old life...
Well...
I kinda miss the old me...
She didn't give a fuck about anything.
and she was loved...
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