Sunday, May 28, 2006
It's the disease of the age.
It's the disease that we crave.
Alone at the end of the rave.
We catch the last bus home.
Corporate America wakes.
Coffee republic and cakes.
We open the latch on the gate.
Of the hole that we call our home.
Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me.
Maybe we're victims of fate.
Remember when we'd celebrate.
We'd drink and get high until late.
And now we're all alone.
Wedding bells ain't gonna chime.
With both of us guilty of crime.
And both of us sentenced to time.
And now we're all alone.
=
i am currently ...
very much addicted to
'special k'.
by placebo of course.
my tummy's churnning.
i hope i am going to die soon.
its killing me !!!
and i feel like i am floating on air.
like ...
wow !!!
god damn it.
i
hate school.
its analogue today.
and there is too much impedence.
sheesh !!!
fuck it man.what has impedence got to do with my life.
educate me.
HA !!!
bro's worried about hue and my drinking binge.
i know she's doing it for our own good.
but we are
REALLY CUTTING DOWN.
i swear to god we are.
we used to meet like ... 3 times a week to drink.
now its like ...
down to 1.
we're cutting down.
i told you i won't drink that much.
and i meant it.
i am trying to stop the urge to like ...
drink at home or what so ever.
and i know.
it has to stop.=))
kaye\.- you know ...
if killing myself ;
might bring you back.
i would rather.
memories locked at Sunday, May 28, 2006
