wore this as an anklet for awhile. ever since the major "break up" occurred. served as a huge-ass reminder.


Well, i'm a pretty sensitive person. i'm open about my feelings though, i cry big time. sleeping is like escapism. i like to think about how god forms the clouds. back to the point. experiences, golden, brilliant. truth is like an ice-breaker game. it breaks down walls that are around your heartstrings. built by the past, built by yourself. truth is, i'm crushed. pretty much crushed and slipping away. like a wonderful nobody. spiritless. i'm the best loner, f.y.i. hah, kid you not. i get afraid. i'm not myself that much. i'm wasting what god made me to be. but well, i'm a pretty scarred person. i've got many questions. well the past is the past. 


i've forgiven you, honey pie. but no, you choose to hang on to the stupid shit that happened a month or two ago. give up the past and f--king move along will ya? grunting like a snorting pig will not get you anywhere yeeaaaahhhh? Get that right, you pissy little fry. (Y)


Ahh, this feels good. :-)