winter on the weekend
they say you don't know what you got 'til it's gone / / they say that your darkest hour comes before your dawn
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Doing origami with the housemate. Fuck you, you stupid piece of paper. WHY DON’T YOU LOOK LIKE YOU SHOULD!
I am about to be emotionally broken by a piece of paper. World, you win.
The taste of defeat is not sweet, but salty, like my tears.
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