now i'm getting a sick taste in my mouth from the medicine that i can't keep down

how am i supposed to talk to you when you're always leavin'
that makes it kinda hard.

once again. i hate pot.

i just wish it wasn't so fucked up.

there is no point to this. i'm not sure why i keep coming back. maybe i shouldn't. the idea is so lame! no one read this.

oh, man. i'm so hungry.

i'm on spring break. lets see how it goes.

no more cutting. work will be done.
no more bitching.
none that anyone will hear, anyway.

no more nothin'.

this is the first step. you know the next.

sweet lovely death, i am waiting for your breath
oh sweet death, one last caress

sometimes things are strange, huh.

oh, man.

i'm sorry, i'm not sure what they mean. what any of it means.

tell me how i should feel.

oh, it's been a while. i have nothing else to do.

( yep. )

my veins hurt. ouch.

backingoff.