Precocious. Little. Clover. Devil

Friday, April 14, 2006


To do what I like, to do what I want. Seems to have become the hardest thing. It's a stifling feeling, and I want to break out of it. Do you guys even realize that?

It's not just about the words I say, it's in the actions, in the emotions and in the voice.

I get interupted in mid-sentence, I get cut of mid-sentence. What the hell is that?

Alright, you guys want to see the Devil? You shall get your wish.


Gavin pondered @ 22:49


Under the layers of dust