things

i'm in the mood to write but i don't know what to write.

hey guess what we have the same dog.

and katha and i are good again. sometimes silence isn't the answer.

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always hours before it's over
always always always

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i've lost it.

shit.

hanahanahanahanahanahanahanahanahanahanahanahanahanahanahanahanahanahanaaaaaaa
i don't want to die this way. or maybe i should already.

maybe i'll get hit by a car i'm becoming like lieutenant mamiya i need a well. not a wishing well. just a well i could climb down to when i feel like it. and a ladder and a baseball bat.

little by little

and just a little more

I DON'T UNDERSTAND MYSELF.

why am i doing this?

hahahaha

contentment is so hard to find in such a colorful world. i should stop dreaming. although i know i can't. it's what keeps me alive. and love

my world's flipped. it revolves on different things now.

i'm so j-j-jaded.

i need to make sense.

i'm disoriented

i'm sucky

hahaha

okay i'll just stop

i'm sorry im just sleepy

i wanna write my dad