That's it.
You're welcome.
I hope this provides some sort of entertainment...
While I'll sit on the toilet.
I am **** shy.
Writing a poem.
Not *******
Because I make the ******* rules of my life.
It's hard to remember that.
Because I pretned I do.
But I dont.
And today, I am okay with that.
Again, you're welcome.
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 9:46 PM UTC
I am wasted.
This will not rhyme.
Which is not surprising for this blog.
I enjoy this freedom, **** me hard.
Sorry I swear so much.
Just kidding.. **** your feelings.
My poems are nonexistant, and they can sick my swearing, nonexistant di*k
^ C
And I have a chihuahua who loves me more than anyone could.
Like I said, I am wasted.
Everyone is welcome. ;)
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 11:49 PM UTC
The music is loud and and so is my headspace
In a room full of people I feel locked in solitary
Life is not a card game
And **** is missing from my deck
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 10:06 PM UTC
Laying in a bed full of great *** and bad memories,
I..
I wait to come down from the high of these drugs & poor decisions.
But my head is so full of the *** the bad memories, and what brought me to the point of wanting to come down.
As I sit and debate on whether it's all worth it, I'll leave this bed..
Just to smoke my camels, and let ******** **** my brain, in a different place.
Sometimes..
I wish I could leave the memories of it all in the bed that I shouldn't even be sleeping in...
... but something about the fuckedupness tends to tuck-
Pull
Me back in at night.
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 3:46 AM UTC