Loss off life. Passion to write is hard to come by. Ask if I’m alright and I’ll respond yes for awhile. Look me in the eyes it’s a lie. Try but can no longer reconcile passed denial. Wish I was still a child before shit got tossed and wild. Still then something was wrong but was a little easier to smile. Now I look at the world as volatile and poisonous with people who are vile. I wait for death as I await my last breath to be put in trial for my sins wondering where I went wrong to begin but it’s too late I’ve accepted my fate no more to contemplate I cannot be saved.
I won’t lie, and tell you it’s alright.
Day 17: Kyoto (by Astro Oscar ||*||)
all i want is an apartment in a city and a decent job, a dog, wifi and a tv, and someone to have sex with
What you know about Bubba and Vader hater?