Shit, tired, non-existent memories flash before my eyes like i was really there. I begin to think to myself, and that's it. I play with my sticky hand. It's fun. I'm manic, sad/happy/sad/happy. I don't know which one to choose. I quit burgerking today, go me! Now i just wait, and sit, and wait for my car to show up. I wait for something to happen ( Read more... )