apparently i got beat up, and was given a black eye.

abandonment has never felt so comforting.

a free slave doesn't know where to begin living once they are freed from their shackles that bind them, but still they live on.

i'll leave it at that.

tour journal, summer 08.

married to music.

edit: you tried deleting what i had of you from my email, but you should've done a better job with that. embarrassed are you? awwwwwww.