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there's something I just can't shake off. It's not a bad thing. But it's something. Intense. I am back to my former disorder self. It's a nice place to be. Sometimes you have to get crazy to get sane. I want to smoke cigs and drink coffee all day. And at night I just want to get plowed, and write shit, or read it. I don't know. Maybe it's from
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Lately, no matter how much I tell myself I should behave or play by the rules I just find myself craving what I had too much of a year ago-Long nights and late mornings and street lights and spinning circles and smoke and blackness all swirled together in a sea of alcohol.
Sometimes you have to kill yourself a little to feel really alive.
So, are you going to be around on Saturday night...?
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