i need less whores in my life.

coming through my window was still the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me...

thie bile rising in my throat...
i wish i would've done something sooner.

and trains will come pass through here someday...
and take you away.

it's almost our anniversary.

sometimes the conclusions to some stories are so fucking sweet that i can't help but feel better about life. and it makes me wonder if i'm just immune to the reprecussions of karma.

you've made my shitlist.

oh, how i love my nights,
but how i loathe my mornings.

and i think about just about done with the toys.
and drugs.
and movies.
and comics.
it's getting pathetic.

god, i love hate toys more than i love hate all my worthless friends.

and this needs to come out already

lawl@life