| Posted at 03:23 PM on August 20, 2009 |
Having a winter's depression in the midst of summer, making small cuts with everything I can find, destroying the thin polish of happiness.
Uncovering the beauty of the destroyed which lies underneath.
Everything is so beautifully broken. Have you ever seen me...

... without bursts?
You thought this torment was romantic...
Categories: Persoonlijk, Filosofie