cocaine makes a terrible wife
its become apparent to me that randy and i havent talked for awhile. i think we're done, ive told him we NEED to talk and i see that it obviously doesnt matter. i really miss when it used to be me and him early in the morning just hanging out and smoking, talking about nothing but it meant everything. i feel like thats gone now. it hurts to think that considering ive watched him grow as an individual. its like the world doesnt make sense anymore, he's not randy just a familiar stranger it seems.
i wish i had a never ending amount of booze...but until then theres always nyquil!
"dear daisy what have you done...what have you done..." someone gets it.
why do i pretend people care? people dont care.no one does. i dont even care. its silly, these words. just words. nothing more.
i wish i had a never ending amount of booze...but until then theres always nyquil!
"dear daisy what have you done...what have you done..." someone gets it.
why do i pretend people care? people dont care.no one does. i dont even care. its silly, these words. just words. nothing more.