She dreams of escaping. Of vanishing to a faraway land. Where fairies and gnomes rule the earth, where flying isnt merely a fantasy. For where the forgotten find solace, and where its home for the lost. The haven where tears are merely a prelude to rain, the hideaway abode.

detergent, pills and sand; as the slimy concoction slid down her throat, she finally found bliss. back to top?

dont threaten me.
lose control back to top?

i'll take away your sorrow and make you happy. let the pain kill and set me free. back to top?

my catharsis, dont take it away from me back to top?

half a cup of apple juice with half a cup of detergent;will it make me happy?
my escape back to top?

maybe one day it'll be my turn. you reckon?
selfish ass back to top?

the gleaming luster of the tool to help me forget
simply tempting
back to top?

i love you NOT .
heartless bitch back to top?

hate me. i'll feel better this way. with every look, guilt comes.
im sorry, i really am. for all the pain i caused, im sorry.
took me long to realised, i guess i really screwed up.
damn, i hate myself. back to top?

reformed not. back to top?

i got my pair of adidas boots today!!! (: THREE CHEERS FOR MUMMY! :D im happy. hahas. back to top?

your selfish intentions, make me wanna yell out.
my my, talk about confusing back to top?

dont patronise me. it doesnt work anymore. back to top?