My photo
with the bottle astrew & everythings a wreck its volume six hundred & sixty five of our battle. the high bar is one away from talking to virgin mary because we are running on almost empty.

7/4/08

& apparently we ended everything


i cant grasp the concept of anything anymore.

i feel uncomfortable, almost permanatly.

i dont even think i miss home at all...

i just miss my dog.






i didnt miss you today, or yesterday, i havent missed you in a long time...thats okay.

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