fucking headache hasn't gone away after about 4 days.

my eyes burn.

Aw, my cherry halls are telling me to get better.

Awesome.

"And there's no room in this heeeeeeeeeeeeell, there's no room in the neeeeeeeeeeext."

Ran out of creativity. Poets only make it to the back end of the unemployment and relationship line.

what ever happened to Adeline.

I haven't come this far for this shit.

tired of being taken for granted. Fuck your shit too.

to move away.