#26 :Unperfect:
2003-10-06 @ 10:54 a.m.

It's a monday morning. Boring and nothing seems to be happening. No one's around so I can get some peace and be alone to do my own thing. But the memories of last night are in my head. Everything about this perfect little society is crumbling. I wanna go home.

Maybe tomorrow will bring something new.


{was} {she}