so I fucked up.
No one has to know.
It means nothing, and it meant nothing.
I know what I really want.

Damn Dayna, you're a cunt.

representin

A NICE BIG COCK.














Anyway, will last weekend be repeated? Do I want it?
Who knows what I want anymore.
I suppose couch burn happens.

Binge and destroy

I don't know how to explain myself.

These past few days have been strange, but then again, February was always weird for me.

My life has too much change and in contrast, too much routine. I feel like I've spent the last four years only swallowing pills and lighting cigarettes, passing like a pinball between boys, only to be back to what everyone else would consider loneliness. To be honest though, I enjoy my own company.

But let it be known that I am not a bad person, I don't know how many times I've to say this, but it's true. I'm just a little confused, a little fucked up, and a little sick.

One day you'll see.

HAI

HAHAHAHA DIS R MAH BFF.












But anyway.


uhhhhmmmm I love Mary Jane.
That is all.