fascistprincess

I have not written for a while but I do not think anyone is really reading this anyway seeing that I do not make my rounds dribbling harmless words under the guise of a comment. Today has been very difficult. My little girl...oh, my little girl. She caused me so much pain but in the end I am just worried for her fragile soul. There is this dirt under my nails that I have not seen for some time until today, also. I saw this guy named Lawndale today that sold me some sobering powder ago some time that was supposed to be Heroin; I knew it would happen eventually with him because I bought all the time from him and things were fine, but when the moment was necessary...I understand, though, I would have ripped me off a while before he did. He was on a ten-speed. Well, I really don't know how many fucking speeds the bicycle had but that is what I call bicycles that appear in the design of that particular aesthetic. yes, there are some pictures of my dear tragic ballerina in the pics section. That is the girl who can harm me most. She is the most powerful thing to me.