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'm absolutely rotten, i have no time for anyone or anything. i spend so much on watching you blink your eyes hard and pretend to look out the window. there is thunder and wet hands on your neck. i can't cry anymore, i just make animal sounds out the windows, just swallow my favorite pills and hope for rain.you play piano, its not a real song but it sounds good enough to be.

when you go to college far from here and i'm left to pretend i know something, will things go back to normal. will i lay in bed thinking of the way your shampoo smelled, how i will never ride the bus to school and the afternoons are empty.

d-land