Read It And Weap

I've got to spill my fucking guts somewhere,
it might as well be here.

If I Die Young

If I die young, bury me in satin, lay me down on a bed of roses, sink me in the river at dawn, send me away with the words of a love song. ♥

Thursday, September 2, 2010

I'm
begining
to
accept
the
fact
that
I
am
going
to
live
and
die
alone.

Anon- "Brandi, you're too depressed, it's not as bad as you make it out to be."
You're right, it's a hell of a lot worse.
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