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


am i just cold or confused, and are your insides real or just proverbial? youre so sad and talented, makes me sick and happy all at once. miss you all the time, imagine youre writing songs about me and hope i can break some hearts, mean something. you love me now that i'm making it clear that memories mold and eventually return to the ground, where i find meaning and swollen eyelids. listening to crappy old sad bastard music and drinking and drinking until everything is backwards and i hope i dont pull myself out of this. youre never coming back, not coming back and neither am i.
d-land