i've abandoned you until the dead of you life,
i've almost stuck in the knife i dont want to lose those nose-TALGIC posts.
my breath is coffee, i am not asleep.
imagine i dont go to work though?
,
my needs are too minimal and too great at the same time,
c6h12o, companionship, and a steady income for doing nothing (UO better fucking call me back)
and this brain needs some plastic surgery, and expansion of space and recall needs an update. my tastes are numb, my friends distant, & my family non existent (with the exception of los santos cousins.) maybe going on a mission wouldnt have been a bad idea. cause its just as bad as dying for your country. some thing i dont have or needed, a mind. because its been waste for a looooong time.
SNARKY. what does this mean? my favorite aunt has called me and used it quite often.
can i be gay? i feel like my life would be a lot more real if i was. i wouldnt have any trouble, my excuse for everything i did would b e okay i would move out. my immediate family (mom's side), they would disown automatically.
fin.
find.
me.
self.
now.
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