June is fucking dumb.
I'm not grateful for being up really late at night. I don't know why I hate it now. Guess it's only then, when I can't really sleep and I'm just sorta laying there, do I really start thinking about my "better days". Not that I think I'm having bad days lately, but I guess they're more fond memories than anything else. I fucking hate writing in this shit. It's dumb.
I've had it now. I'm walkin', down, to, your, mom's.
I've had it now. I'm walkin', down, to, your, mom's.