insomnia?
... and I can't breath. I can't breath with you looking at me like that ...
I couldn't sleep last night.
Memories of brown eyes kept me awake till half past six.
One thing to remember: never again kiss boys with girlfriends. They're bad news. They lie. They make you upset.
Unless you can controll your feelings. Unless you can remain cold. Unless you can block them out of your head.
Listening: Roses Are Red - Bring me down.
posted by susiluz @ 3:13 AM
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