May 09, 2006 22:47
I need to fix a lot of things. I'm so happy. Yeah. Its all a dream I know. I know. Nobody ever knows. Yeah. Wish I was wanted dead for my skeleton because they like me so much around here. Wish I may. As long as I don't hope for much. Dying is the new glamour. All that glitters isn't gold, but, oh, how it shines.