I can’t really call myself melancholic white thrash today. Thats a shame, but im in a to god damn good mood today. Im almost giggling to myself here.
Im afraid of feeling this good. The fall is great when You’re high above the surface.
I promise to improve soon. I’ll probarly not stay this happy. Joy sucks, depression rocks.
Killing me softly
av Max @ 22:32:18 i Old diary | länk | Prat (0)