life is never a promise.
The only man I'll ever love.
give it up/take what you can't to see it through/plan out the revenue/nothing gonna change/personal view
I am suppose to write three pages of journal entries for my intro lit class but I'm fucking around per usual. I'm mainly just downloading music.
the paul frank store is hiring. I'm going down there tomorrow plus other places.
I am not happy. But no one cares. What would happen if I disappear?