Im walking, down an alley, a lonely alley, hahaha, but then I get lifted up, and then I fell out the face of the earth, then I kept seeing my own eye looking back at me with so much intensity, then I blacked out and my metrocard was on the floor & I was at the bus stop crying, cuz what my heart has been through all these hours of my life.
I love bruises, especially bruises that are 2 days old, bruises and scars tell us stories about the past, if my bruises could open up once more, it would tell a story of native thoughts that where harvested in a small farm.
In thos farm only rotten rejected mammals could reside :]
Oh darn, the pain is flooding
on one of the sides of my mind, cornering me and making every pressure point in my body press its buttons.
Don't you just hate when people just stare at you for no reason? Like they just be all in my eyes and stuff, that sucks a lot and it should be illegal.
I love my friend who buys me drugs.
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