Tired, tired, tired. All the fucking time. Can't sleep, can't think. Colour's and psychedelic music float precariously around me. I'm slowly loosing who I am, who I was, whatever that might of been.There isn't a real me, only an entity.
On a lighter note,
"Today, my 4 year old cousin came into my room and told me he was running away. In his bag he had a cup of noodles, pajamas,Wall-E, and one sock. Im glad that he knows the necessities for life."
-mylifeisaverage.com
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