im moodswinging so much i could win "Ballroom Bootcamp". half an hr ago i was on top o the world. and right now, i feel so god damned fucked abt myself tt i wna jst hide in a hole and smoke my life away. i thought smoking was spsd t make you lose weight? anyway, here's my hair since sam complained tt the other pic was too blurry and all. dont think i could share anymore before the level o profanity gets upsetting.
memories were brought up that evoked, not nostalgia, but a sickly sense of nervousness that is all too familiar. but, like fuck that.
but bridges are built were there were (practically) none before. and tts something t celebrate.
when I said that you were my drug, I forgot that the drugs dont work, yea they just make you hurt.but I know I'll see your face again.