January 2012
55 posts
Seriously. What is wrong with all of you?
God, bless my soul.
If I die of a heart attack from trying to talk sense into people, please make sure I stay a million miles away from them in my next life. I’m at my wits end.
a little piece: Monday, I’m waiting Tuesday, I’m... →
alittlepieceofsupernova:
Monday, I’m waiting
Tuesday, I’m still waiting to see
see… see… if you are fine
Wednesday, you’re still not here
Neither in the morning, nor later
Thursday is also empty
Friday, Saturday or Sunday
None of the day that I don’t miss you
None of the day that you will come back
To be in our…
