i step outside and the glare handicaps my eyes the aftertaste is still in my mouth and i havent thought twice about washing it out i have been tugged hard again by the little person in my head they dont know what they are doing i know what im doing im believing in myself and it is surley working im in love again with the world with the sun with
my head swivels around im observing for the correct moment pushing movements into the crowd im not really there, or am i i stare and stare and stare when i blink it burns its not wrong to be happy but why am i so wrong.
San Francisco is beyond what any of you little ones know. im having such a killa time. im hanging out with the streets beeps and bleeps oh and matt stiles is with me and not you.
the hobbit can die. and eat hemroids i tried to get an internet boyfriend but he shot me down the best ones are always the farthest away. under all circumstances school has slowly declined into a spiraling pit of magma im a senior woopty freakin dooo just a turning point to more shit in life hahah im going crazy just think about you latley