Dat shit ma shit.
1035am
I'm not hungover, I just crush a lot. What is it with waking up early when I black out cold the night before? It's irritating because my room spins. Or your room spins. Or whose ever room or where ever I am spins. And if I were to kill, fuck, marry: spins, puke, or blacking out...I'd kill spins, marry puke, and fuck blacking out. I fucking hate the spins. But on a high note, I only spun momentarily this morning until I was crushed by a very persistent headache. A very bearable headache but fuck what its mother taught it. I'm simply trying to go back to sleep. Sleep till the bad dies. Sleep till three.
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- Affection Makes Me Squirm
- Three Bratty Queens and Nameless
- Mikal kept saying she looked like a dyke today
- THIS MUST BE THE PLACE
- Dumb Babies
- Personifuckit
- Mobbed then Robbed
- Beach Fossils
- Greasers
- IS IT MAY YET
- Awaiting
- Struggle
- HACHI
- Fuck
- She often takes snapshots of
- Rainbow Pool
- Lookit these cunts...
- And This is Ange
- We're not rushing you, just stand
- Jul's first time
- Nursing Gave Me Girlfriends
- Third Wheel
- Sweat
- Rowing without oars
- Mornings
- The faucet is running
- I Melt With You
- Ma girl
- REM
- Stupid friends
- Girlies
- I get sick of everything, eventually.
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