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 the drugs took my sister a month ago. she laid on the floor of her best friends room, her brain swelling and forehead bruising. i drove to the hospital and pulled back the ICU curtain and there was that beautiful girl, my genetics mirrored. this doesn't happen in small town america the papers cried, and i cried too but my reasons were different. just like everything lovely i get, pulling a disappearing act.

write me letters. i've lost myself.

d-land