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


the idea of it was that i could get over it very quickly, like a gameshow contestant who missed the lucky question, walked off stage to the husband and the getaway car.

but things dont come so quickly, i am more like the team member who lost the game and ruined everyones chance for scholarships to ivy league colleges, continually reliving my mistakes.

you are like an episode of unsolved mysteries, never updating enough, same haircut and car, yellowy picture and scary narrative.

d-land