for the lack of the drugs my faith had been sleeping.

E V E R Y T H I N G i have made of myself, helped for myself, and obstructed to myself... has gone to shit. None of the 'saving' gestures i have ever done have made it, nothing lasted with 'good-to-do'. I don't miss me, because frankly i don't know me.

With all the problems peeling my head apart my derailed mind can only think of how i hate this blog layout, how i hate that i'm not capitalizing my i's, and how i can't stop myself from temptation of the comatose-lovely-living.

Once again it's a day turned night where i'm stuck in a hell nitched part of florida, wishing i were dead, somewhere else, or just simply with someone else.

i found two beers, one cognac bottle, 1/3 of wine, and nyquil...what kind of world can i enter now.

lifes voids make me realize i hate dull lovers, simply because i can't have that... and i hate that.

"LIFE IS A PIGSTY"