i got sick of this journal and it's name, so i've started a new one. please add me first, since chances are i'll forget. i might or might not come back. xx
x's and skulls smudged me out, tracing the insides of my deconstructed disasters; drained from all perversion, they flooded from my lucky pistol and drowned out these turbulent suffocations. & the x's stained my thinnest sheets in perpetual trickles from the barrel of this gun. xx