Andrew Collins July 16th, 2005 R.I.P you are missed so much.
"can you believe the news today? i cant close my eyes and make is go away..."

i want to get as far away from this place as i possibly can.

DEAR GOD,

Sometimes I stab my legs full of holes and wonder why I still can't feel anything.

Somtimes I look in the mirror and wonder why[why]why?

Sometimes I pretend I'm Barbie. Sometimes I can see my veins before the blood comes pouring out ( Read more... )

I am a butterfly.