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


tonight i was fucked up, just trying to find a dark room to let go in and pile myself in a salty, crying, snorting, heavy breathing mess. thinking up things to say to you to get the point across in the most effective, intelligent of manners but really just wanting to collapse and apologize profusely.

tomorrow is my birthday. i'm sure no one will remember and i wont remind them. all i have to do is keep breathing and it will be over.

d-land