BIG SADASS

[bouche_]

Computer chair, Computer screen, Fingers dancing along the computer keyboard. Three days go to waste, I miss my friends, I miss my life. The closest thing I've been to them is their faces posted on a social computer site, in my friends folder, in the many pictures I have of them. I heard their voices on the telephone. The same songs play, " THOSE BIRDS ARE SINGING! IT'S ALWAYS WANT I WANTED". Cleanex boxes and Cleanex piles. I build forts with them to fight this sickness. Bottles of pills, the little solders. "Stop everything, start it all over, remember more then you like to forget".

I'm a big sap
and sht really pisses me off lately
accept for the few :)