Sometimes it's hard to tell where i am. I have a two page essay that i wrote earlier in the night, totally high. I wanna post it, but i feel no real need to. Maybe later. I've been typing up posts just to type. I have four so far that i havent posted, maybe someday i'll just whip em out for the hell of it. I have resentments towards most of the people i know. I collect little things about them that hold for a time when i might need it.
I think i might be too gaurded.
Now you.
Boop.
I think i might be too gaurded.
Now you.
Boop.
rephrased:
Michele's my best friend's girl