I can feel breath trapped in my nose and it hurts but it’s all I have and I’m sorry.
You can take away all of the arguments and justifications, but I’m still just fixating on fiction. My mind isn’t gone, it’s just on vacation, and there’s my justification.
Tried it, fought it, was defeated by it. It’s always my fault, and even when it’s not my fault, it’s my fault that it’s not my fault.
I’m a responsible driver but I’ve got an extra hand on the wheel that’s turning me toward the edge.
(You make me sad, but it’s not what you can’t do, but the progress you’re not willing to try for, but believe me I’ll wait, but does what I think even matter anymore?)
Urban Outfitters have begun selling a vintage punk leather jacket for the slim price of $320.00. Check out the jacket design below after the jump.
If I see someone wearing this jacket, I’m going to set them on fire. So not punk, dude.
I always bought into unemployment as being like Andy Dwier on Parks and Rec, a lonely, irrelevant time where you just wear boxers, don’t shower, and eat cereal all day.
It’s weird, because I don’t have to, but I still shower every morning before 9, I put clothes on, and eat a decent breakfast. It’s like I’m waiting here for something.
but I can’t eat a cheese pizza, the cheese is its skin.