addicted to
i'm not here to win
i'm here to leave a legacy
ow
it's the passion that drives you
endorphins
pain
exhaustion
chasing this insane dream
perfection
tagboard ;
guestbook
i love the fresh morning breeze..
sometimes i feel like you're right next to me, laughing at my foolishness. i want to laugh with you but when i turn around there's nobody there. then i start to doubt my memories.. could all of that be real? all those smiles, tears, laughter, pain.. seem so far away- a distant memory.
stomachache.. :(
and my skin is peeling :S