Sunday, Apr. 25, 2004 : Evalia's dead and buried. At least, thats what everyone seems to think.
Looking round again, seeing things I didn't know were there. Pretending that I could do all of this, when I can't and I couldn't the time before. But then I had something to fall back on, someone there to catch me. It's gone now hasn't it? When I fall, I'm falling for good.
Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending: