MemoriaaAAAAAAAHHH

where's the black vodka when you need it

shuffling through the broken pieces of my life. but i won't bring back the poetry. there's no poety about this. any of this.

fuck poetry.

well but i'm like that mason jennings song i can dig down deep well motherfucker you know that i can

scribblecidal

broken

all your base are belong to us.

was up running in wildwood canyon. & started thinking. you know i'm not as sad or as messed up as it probably seems. i spend as much time smirking as ever. i'm a clever child. yes things are fucked up. but i'm doing what i want & what i believe in- & i have to believe things will get better. my past fills me with more shame than pride- but it is ( Read more... )

went to the suicide girls burlesque show. left after five minutes. the thing is, i don't want to see other women. which means so much for the whole date-someone-else-make-her-jealous plan. but then, i don't like playing games anyway. & can't find an apartment to save my life. & i'm hemhorraging cash. & i can't find a decent sunscreen either ( Read more... )

why do i keep fucking up