i don't have anything but you.
i can fuck up like no other. life's pretty crazy. fuck katrina. she's a damn whore. i cry when i think about it. and how much i am blessed even though i don't think i am. i haven't really gotten a chance to be happy in quite some time. i've let my self slip from all reality. i'm stuck underneath myself and i'm afraid to come out. i'm afraid to mess up again. i want to build up and start over again. just like everyone in new orleans. i want to go help down there. i think it would help me a lot. i want to have like... a car wash or something to raise at least a little money for the red cross. people need help. and i'm the least of them.