and even when you look away, i know you think of me..
Friday, April 9, 2010 @ 7:11 PM
so sick of life. so sick of love songs. so sick of wishing. so sick of loneliness.
profile: reach my prismic soul
Hello, my name is paper and I am a piece of paper.
My purpose is to have people write on me and to be printed by printers.
I like the smell of wood because it smells like my parents.
My ambition is to be thrown away and recycled.