No matter how little I eat in the day, no matter how faint I feel, no matter if I throw up right in front of him.
He doesn’t care. He doesn’t take me seriously, ever. When I’m 95 pounds will he? Probably not.
November 2011
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October 2011
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Hearts and thoughts they fade away.
So take my hand, this barren land is alive tonight. The corn has grown stalks that form a wall too high. But the wind carries sounds that I cant see from beyond that line.
so driving back from the city yesterday, i get a random text from what appears to be a middle school boy that texted the wrong number.
^lil playa~~
so does this make me a fucked up individual or
