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 am thinking about running away, doing whatever i want, drugs and boys and visiting old diners on the road. i am thinking about not eating for a few weeks. thinking about the shit i could get away with if i just made a run for it. those could be the best days of my life, enough to make me stop it all and be ready to settle in to that office working life. i dont know where i'd go yet, maybe florida, maybe california. somewhere still sunny, somewhere with people sitting up all night drinking and smoking, getting up in the morning without a panic and no one around to let down. i never knew who to impress and its always been half of the problem. there's nothing for me here, just boredom and issues i don't want to have anymore.
d-land