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


and even when i'm drunk i know what i'm doing. i always pretend i didnt mean to kiss you or say that i love you but oh god i do. i know i havent been good or even civil, but if you'd just stop carrying around her picture in your wallet i could be somebody else. sometimes i imagine i am not real, the figment of someones imagination-- the dream they keep half alive in a notebook on basement shelf. i cried right next to you and helped script your suicide note, you kissed me goodnight and i tucked you in and i wish i could just fade away when morning comes.
d-land