smile like you mean it.
last night was, well, mad.
my walls were coming at me.
models changing shapes.
squirell's jackson five painting jutting out.
could tonight be mad or passed.
i want it passed.
mad for reasons that i fully accept responsibility and traumatic future therapy sessions for.
should i stay or should i go now?
i miss the hills
buzz buzz :: nevermind all that fuss for nothing darling..
and i'm in a fog again.