Mar 04, 2007 00:48
drama o drama i hate you, you stink,
i wish i could wash you away in the sink.
...i dont know, its was supposed to be like that silverstein poem.
sometimes i wish i could escape into my head and live in the pretty pictures i see, and just be happy with the dancing cans of ravioli and eat speach clouds of profainity.
i'm tired.
i wish i was one of the patients i take care of, filled with anestheitc and my only care is sleep. waking up. and living.
...and more drugs...
maybe thats the answer...