as i dream about movies they won't make of me when i'm dead - Post a comment

i'm sorry for hanging up. no wonder i have no friends, huh? i just somehow lost all my money and love of my life doesn't give a shit about me. people outdoors look so summerish happy that it makes me want to throw up.

i'd like to meet you and if i do, it's already a sign i'm not good.

fuck.

fuck fuck fuck.

yeah. this is it. call me.

this time i'll talk.