( A couple weeks ago I made a musicsecret about missing DH.net.. )

The spell was broken. My uncle learned to laugh, and I learned to cry. The secret garden is always open now. Open, and awake, and alive. If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.

HEY YOU.
this journal is friends only.
comment, and I'll add you.

.::1-800-SUICIDE::.
.::We take plastic, we take cash, we slit our throats on tinted glass::.