my drugs dont work, i tried to kill myself, but just got the hangover from friday today. Come to my bitter cold home and drive me somewhere while i talk and sob to you about everything and nothing all at the same time. I write you letters because i dont have a phone very good. i'm also thinking about trying to record some kind of a cd. it is a mystery.
while thats most likely not written about me, IM COMING HOME TOMORROW. SO SMILE! :D im coming over to your house and the first victim i see im jumping on them and smothering them in hugs then finding the next and the next resident of 218 until your all bruised from "hi! i missed you!" hugs.
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i'm also thinking about trying to record some kind of a cd. it is a mystery.
xo
satan
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