flying through the scenery
you promised my stary night skies
I haven't written in this little shiznat in so long. I
read my past journal entries, and its funny. I always
forget what I write, and when I look back at them, its
all "Wow, I actually said that?". Chea Kity, you did.
I don't know what to write. I'm bored, confused, and on
the verge of getting into some major shit.
Sneaking out, drugs, booze, guys, passing out, DR's,
trunks in cars, trips, diners, all nighters, dirty
clothes, cum stains, flip flops, whipped cream, IM's,
cars, hardbean, duncan, sweatshirts, loves spell,
When is this going to stop? When is this going to begin?
There is no beginning to the end.
Shit man, more later.