i miss you. 
feels like monday
when everything starts fresh.
can’t stop my temptation of going into 711 to get a pack. yet another. another stress to finish it soon.
everywhere used to be my runway but i only know how to give way now. forcing myself to walk in that white straight line, one more stick one more stick.
i was told after ISP, somehow i don’t feel good about it.
i was told what happens in the club stays in the club. so.. nude photography stays in the studio. streets hookup stays in the streets. addiction stays in the corner. i think it applies the same way too, no?
yes.
it’s sooooo funny how things are now.
J said i look good today. thank you. but i don’t know if the swollen eye is still there.
i will make my runway everywhere again. very soon.
no more time to delay. no more feelings to hurt.
meanwhile, can pass me my itouch? it contains us.
infected mushroom and streams of fountain, i love.
this is not a emo entry.
