Streaming...
My essence feels clunky and awkward. I need a cigarette. Cigarettes are bad and often regretted. But then again what is one more regret among so many. It's times like these when I listen to Sarah Mclachlan. I really should just cut the crap and become a hardcore druggie alcoholic. Nevermind, I'm just to sado-masochistic to go through with it. If I had the balls I would just go on a meth binge for a month or three, and live out my days as a paranoid schizophrenic. I wanna be a frat boy, with a nice car, indiffernt parents, and a slut girlfreind. And when I fucked her, I would fuck her all the harder because I knew she was messing around on me. Delete that. I wanna be single mother of two with frizzy bleach blonde hair and a dead beat son of a bitch ex-boyfreind. He would come to by the trailer to "see the kids," and I would throw ugly glass hierlooms at him. Sometimes I wonder if true love really exists, it would be so much easier to accept it's absence.