a little bit of a resurrection
my life journal: cutmedown








lpiofkeer


maybe i will sleep when i die. i have stopped wasting time. no guilt. no hours slipping away on the clock, no hours, no minutes: wasted.

will we wait until we break even or will we just steal all the fucking chips & run?


written on 2004-07-12 at 1:00 a.m.

she / lost