yo, that's wack if i'm not the baddest


profile * old * mail * fucking sign it* or how about a nice note? you go forward / i'll go backwards


i had a dream about you last night. i was carrying shoeboxes and you came thru the door of the school and said you were getting married. i started crying and you said "what are you crying about?" i dropped the shoeboxes and ran away and you yelled for me to shut up. then i was laying on the floor of the commons and you were ignoring me so i crawled under the table, convinced someone had stolen my shoes. you just looked at me and you said you wanted me to forget you so i could be allright. it was insane, i'd forgotten how you were.
d-land