but drugs, new drugs who can kill me later, after they are gone.
cause it's just fun and depressing, to live under the illusion of madness.
a life washed away.
words connected.
distortions of timespace.
i remember a year ago, planning something it never happened,
as today, it wont happen.
as I choose nothing, but that's a lie, ill chose to have fun, to respect dreams and to work for them. so kids, live, die young. being an old fragile person sucks.
hahaha.
ots fun to think this is helpful. to feel im being use for something, after those years spent thinking i had it, yes i have it, a fucking crippling condition.
repressed anger and sexual anxiety.
im all this, until they stop, the continuity of my favorite words.
