Sunday, January 11, 2009

So tired. T I R E D.
Dad. Fines. Bike parts. Money.
Cigarettes. Prepaid. Army. LIFE.

YOU, I don't even know what's going to happen next.

Sick of this. I'm really f♥cking tired.
If it's not a sin, I will probably be on the
ground floor in
a pool of blood long time ago.
That's how violent my fcking mind can think.