I write here for myself to keep my thoughts organized about my personal uneventful life and everything
else in between. I speak Engrish for the most part. So if you're a judging close minded asshole or
excessively annoying grammar nazi - fuck you, shut up and go away. This is my place, my rules. Keep
your shoes on.
 
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Monday, June 4, 2012 @ 4:06 AM
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 I'm dazed out and half intoxicated. There's blood everywhere... dripping down onto my clothes, thighs, arms, floor... I don't know what happened...what the fuck is wrong with me. “I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.” —Charlie Labels: bad habits, drinking, falling, fucked up, health, hurt, i don't fucking know., insomnia, lost, sorry, stuck, tired 2 Comments:
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