The filfthy little things you fear at night.
These are the nights. The nights like tonight, where Randy lies beside me, softly sleeping, while I gaze upon the moonlit sky and I have a question to ask each and every star I see.
Will I be beautiful again?
Willi every be ahead on my bills again?
When will I finally be able to live the way I want to live, how I used to live. I want so much more right now and I can't have any if it. It just makes me sad. No money to turn this estate into something beautiful. No money to have new things, new clothes. It upsets me.
Ambien is taking over. Goin to say goodnight here. Mad love. O feel my jhdead xdashingx down like am Avalanche or
Something. Buriedundernewthx. X
Sweeet slumberer, let me go...
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