Pushing...a certain ideal.
There is nothing much to say really, other than that fact that I threw something out...and down the chute.
There is a recurring vague sadness that I feel, but it's out of sympathy, and pity.
Other than that, I feel more or less blank, and bored.
There is a recurring vague sadness that I feel, but it's out of sympathy, and pity.
Other than that, I feel more or less blank, and bored.
I'll be your next high.
Posted by
Anonymous |
4:19 AM
you need to have bigger eyes, 201.
Posted by
martha lung |
4:17 PM