January 2010
8 posts
Anyone need a room mate? Asap would be appreciated
I remember those day of driving around back roads with the windows rolled down and listening to sigur ros and death cab and feeling infinite and alive and happy.
I feel like
things will never be in the right place.
I think that explains why i’ve become so OCD about my possessions. Because I can’t put myself/my life in the right place. It’s not my fault though.
I blame life. >.<
hey guess what
my life fucking blows.