walking up the back to front stair case singing sweet lullaby... (is that even a song?)
chronic fear of being shot ... no matter where i go...
i was followed by a prostitute that i distinctly remember my dad showing me in picture magazine...
my back is really sore and i had surgery on my foot..
no i didnt..
????.... damn..
....... i cant write .. i dont like this..
im not ok
