happy fasting.
it's the 27th and i'm dying for cold hard cash.
i cant seem to talk to her anymore.
i'll talk when i need to.
we find better people in life then the person who sleeps
next to you in the room. i'll live with it.
i miss that i can talk to my cousins about anything.
what more my own sister.
my friends, the like to play hide and sick.
they go into hiding/better games to play.
when they get tired of life, they drunk dial me.
motherfucker. i dont want to fuck my life. i love it.
i try not to bother, but i care too much.
teach me how to not care.

i thought i was heartless but i'm so pathetic.
hahahahahahaa, not laughing. just typing.
she used to ask why in the world did she ever 'liked' him.
now, i friggin second that. no sense of identity is the worse
asset you can ever .. contain. so fucking yucks.