i spent so many wasted stars building myself up just to watch the world fall.
nothing's as steady as rumour mills.
every day i miss her more than i miss myself.
interesting considered elisabeth has been missing for some time now.
i don't know how to say this
i'm afraid to fail again
but those east london kids have to say
i agree.
"i'm sorry."
"thanks for loving me."
"it was never meant to be this way."
wordswordswordsapologies.
if i was drowning, would you save me?
