April 17th, 2011


(no subject)

All this can be stopped at any moment. I just need to stop or say the word. There's no particular sense in what's going on now, yet i would rather get misearbly shitfaced and carry on than stop.

Carry on, don't mind me
All I gave was everything
And yet you ask me for more
Fought your fight
Bought your lie
And in return I lost my life
What purpose does this serve?

(no subject)

 Блядь, с утра какие-то интересные ощущения в спине, в районе между левой лопаткой и позвоночником. То ли спал так, то ли хуй его знает, но начинаю нервничать.