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


oh how angry you must be to throw me against the wall like a bottle of pills that stopped working a long time ago. you hurt me like you hurt yourself with knives and glass, anything that will cut the pain from your head and carve it into your arms.

oh how happy you must get when your grin is wide and youve forgotten how rotten your life is.

d-land