| I just love life and the potential of life so much that I'm almost paralyzed with the fear that I'm going to fuck everything up.
But I might just be drunk.
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| my heart could burst with possibility.
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| my internet surfing self-made diagnosis of my cat martin doesn't bode well.
i feel like my insides are being torn out.
literally...
because my internet surfing surfing self-made diagnosis of myself doesn't bode well either.
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| nothing feels worthwhile anymore and i need to stop and smell the roses but these days i can hardly bring myself to get out of bed.
but what the hell kind of company is a rose anyway?
i don't want to be a fucking anthropologist. i don't want to be anything but a fucking kid again. |
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| hahahahaha
hoo hoo hoo
that's a good one. |
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