What he doesn't know, could fit inside a thimble.
I wish I had something clever and pretty to write, but I'm simply a bore.
I'm baiting fish, I shouldn't be catching in the first place. But I don't think I'm in any position to be throwing anything back. Why are you out of season?
God, I'm horrible. I'm doing horrible. I think the facade has cracked. Finally. The gig is up.
I'm fakefakefakefakefake.
there are holes in my jeans and I'm running out of clothing.
I need to pull myself together before it starts to fully take affect.
Today is quite possibly the first day I have gone without marijuana for...who knows? months? over half a year?
I need a fucking job.