I listend to alot of bright eyes. and its 230 am. i'm tired. i wrote something... i'm not sure what it is, its almost of poem.. or a song.. or a verse... its... something. all i know is thats what right now is
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life is not fair. i'm so alone... i'm doing nothing. i have a meth addict sleeping in my bed... one would hope for at least some conversation... just drool.
what am i supposedto do? i hate this. all of it... i'm only using my livejournal because i have -oneto talk to... how pathetic am i?