my last day... my last visit..... my last embrace.... my last kiss.... my last "i love you"..... wouldn't mama be proud? tomorrow holds nothing, yesterday holds nothing, today holds.... this is what i'v always wanted, right? to get out of here?

Why do i always end up being the bitch?

Sometimes when I feel like complete shit, I ironically go and hide in the bathroom. usually at night when everyone's tired and bitching about this that and the other, turning off the bathroom light and sitting in front of the down is my kind of lullaby. it's cold. the blue streams of night light come find me through the window. usually there are a couple really good zines to read in there.


fuck I could really use a friend