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