Shit,
yesterday I fell so hard that my whole my body is hurting today.
June 2011
There's pain in reading a good poem.
Because I know I’ll never be that good.
Things I am:
Ironic.
Fuck,
I would kill for a smoke.
2 a.m.
Craving home made iced green tea.
Monday is:
the day many awesome webcomics update.
Giving blood:
Not being able to use one of your arms for two or three hours, but having people telling you to eat candy and rest because you need it.
Things I am not:
Google.
Random shit I find in my pockets but that actually come in handy
An eraser.
