1 October 2012
I wish someone would whisk me away to a place far beyond. To paradise with soaring birds, lush forests and endless passionate nights. Stop asking me if I'm OK when you don't care and know I'm not. If I have tears streaming down ny cheeks and scarlet blotches scattered on my face do you honestly think I am OK? Sometimes I just want to be left alone, so please, if its not too much trouble. Leave.Me.Alone.
Leave.Me.Alone • Opuss № I