when the days bring nothing new
and the sound of laughter makes you sick..
well, nothing new up here. so sensitive to morons and i-know-it-all people these days. they're both almost the same. thus the leaves are finally falling down. here comes the season of unhappiness, loliness and misery and after all comes christmas, full of happiness and love. or the other way round?
reading erich maria remarque.watching six feet under.
listening phosphorescent.
aw come aw wry.




