With nothing better to do, no one to
come home too. I woefully conclude to take it out on you. I'm
bored to the extreme, in this world of fooling dreams. Disillusion, i
am not who i seem to be.
I made this journal cause my other one
is being stupid. The months are fucked up and i cant see anything i
post, but others can. Weird. Oh well. I'm probably not really gonna
ever update anymore, but if i do, it'l be on this one.