as far as you're concerned,the next breath you take should be underwater.
i just noticed how for the past 3 or 4 year's that i've gotten fucked over by people who mean the most to me right before my fucking birthday. only this year it's different,becus the one person i thought would always be there isn't. the other one i can deal with more or less. other than that,i've been listening to old favorite songs all day and doing nothing but that. i think i'm going to start painting again.