Oct 07, 2010 20:54
Here's a toast to the mourning of my life, as I was comfortably enmeshed in. I hope it is the happiest death I have to endure. I'll remember it like the trail that receding tides leave in sand, but I'm happy the tide is falling.
They say, 'It Works If You Work It'. I just I wish had a grip on some kind of identity without using drugs. Birthday present? One more month of being a teenager. Jesus.