insomnia

toronto, is dying

things don't feel like they used to

where the light doesn't reach

nothing makes sense anymore

i just want to die

i'll cry when i'm alone

feel numb

ashes in snow

cutting out my sins

broke and heartless

dear home, i am sorry for being distant. i have so much to tell you

wish you were here

love, can you trust me?

i still feel nothing...

cold in london

love keeps on fucking with me

girls in paris

i killed myself in paris: the hostel tapes

the hostel tapes: act ii