what the hell have i done

hhhhmmmmmmm ddeeeeeee dddddddmmmmmmmmmmm

what am i doing what am i doing what am i doing.

i have lost all possible creativeness from myself

i have the fucking sniffles ( Read more... )

my brain is fried with stress..imagine little shitty pieces of stress fizzling against my brain cells.

yeah thats right

im juz tired with a shitload of things to do ( Read more... )

he exits the car, unhappy.
he wears a scarf.
his father is clearly not a happy man, as i see him clearly through the window.
he drives away as his son looks up at what he calls his place of educational worship, with a look on his face i will never forget.

i want to be with my italy friends.
i <3 them to death , i kind of like them better than my regular friends ( Read more... )

*yawn ( Read more... )