im rereading the hell with love...
i don't know whats wrong with me...i should be jumping off the walls but i feel lost again. maybe it was all the attention from this weekend. i feel empty. just a shell of myself. i have one of those my heart is killing me frogs in my throat. my titts are killing me... i woke up at the butt crack of dawn again. i watched the sun rise from it's slumber and had a ciggy. i think it's the articals that people leave behind that tiggered this.
- a pair of dingy white socks
- a coat
- an IYU keychain
- empty pack of camel ciggys
posted by drella jones @ 3:54 PM
1 Comments:
I share your pain, and it wasn't even my birthday extravaganza. Perhaps tomorrow I'll get some pictures of my own posted.
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