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what? my throat's killing me. and i'm broke for a week. i have no idea where the cash money went.
midnight conversations are stupid. i fell asleep on the kitchen floor.
i want to meet alexander graham bell, and slit his throat for inventing the telephone.
i'm feeling overly lazy, and overly numb. there's nothing going on in this brain of mine... of at least it feels like it.
there's a booming metropolis of thoughts and ideas, and i'm slowly pushing it out of existence.
fuck thinking. its for assholes.
xoxo.tracey.
midnight conversations are stupid. i fell asleep on the kitchen floor.
i want to meet alexander graham bell, and slit his throat for inventing the telephone.
i'm feeling overly lazy, and overly numb. there's nothing going on in this brain of mine... of at least it feels like it.
there's a booming metropolis of thoughts and ideas, and i'm slowly pushing it out of existence.
fuck thinking. its for assholes.
xoxo.tracey.