IRC-Galleria

It's been unimaginably difficult to try to live by me, for me, and to think for myself. I wonder how you managed. If you ever did.

Whenever I go through your blogs, I feel like I'm looking directly at my soul. And through yours aswell.

Maybe you're with me. I'd like to believe that, and not some fairytale.
Not heaven or hell, you never wanted either, you just wanted peace.
You deserved more than peace.

It's a burden to live with my own thoughts. I hope I'm able to share my thoughts with someone. Or here if all else fails.

We haven't talked much, huh.