I have a lot lot lot of mad, particularly about the stagnancy of it all. I'm convinced every man I've been interested in was devoid of ears; so why do I continue rummaging through waste high carcass if I'm persistently forecasting and it means I must always deprive myself of what I had initially wanted? What did I want? Who am I? This ill knowledge
(
Read more... )
Comments 1
take care andy. if you want, we can get some coffee sometime, seeing as we attend the same school and all :)
Reply
Leave a comment