seven o clock.
i've not really slept.
too fucking sick and drugged.
the wind is something fierce, kept blowing shut the windows.
no one else will hear it...
all too wasted and deep in sleep.
merry fucking christmas.
let's just get this over with.
i've not really slept.
too fucking sick and drugged.
the wind is something fierce, kept blowing shut the windows.
no one else will hear it...
all too wasted and deep in sleep.
merry fucking christmas.
let's just get this over with.