xlow level owlx: what you doin tonight ( Read more... )

no she's not mine.
no she's not mine.
i beg to differ
different things are going to get me better than her.
no she isnt mine.

I'm not saying it because i'm mad i'm sayin git because i understand.
My father is terrible at being a father.
and when i'm old enough so that he'll listen,
i'll explain it all to him.
and if he feels a terrible pain,
than i know he respects me.

are there close friends.
no, there are not.
is there anything,
no there is nothing.

best pack your bags....
and leave all your heartfruit behind...
i've got a trashbag full of books...
and a suitcase full of twine...

good morning cleric, how are you feeling?

i forgot about all the scars on my scalp, if i had remembered, i wouldnt have shaved my head.

better luck tommorrow was alright
and all i want.

sorry that i never write anymore.
It's just that I'm working a full time job.
and i get tired at the end of the day, and then i have to get up early again.
so i come home, i hang out with bobby or casey then i go home, sleep.
i only have free time on weekends. and i dont want to spend that time
writing in this stupid thing that no one reads.

this is how it starts ( Read more... )