December 2009
4 posts
“I’m at the bottom of everything and I finally start to leave.”
Who's responsible?
Who’s responsible?
You fucking are.
Maybe all the shouting, all the crying and all the insulting today happened just so I would reunite with all these songs in my iPod I had forgotten a long time ago.
Manic Street Preachers never made more sense.
“We can simply start.”