So... fucking still hate living here.
Everyday I wake up an realize i haven't gone anywhere, a piece of me dies.
It's a tragedy, really. You have no idea.
So... don't have anything to say. Another day, another tragedy.
Everyday I wake up an realize i haven't gone anywhere, a piece of me dies.
It's a tragedy, really. You have no idea.
So... don't have anything to say. Another day, another tragedy.
good to know.
Strange how relieved girls always are to learn that...
Do I still have dibs on your eyes when you are finished with them?