yeah I know the last poem didn't make sense. But I'm tired of making sense of things cause its quite impossible for me.
I didn't change the shirt that I was wearing last night when I had grass inflicted upon me. It surprises me that I didn't wake up with a half pound of grass boobage clinging to my anti chest, But I most certainly have some grasping desperatly at the thin and tangled rats nest that is my hair. I am convinced of my utter and complete patheticness. I hope It will pass soon. I can't think of anything perky and interesting to write so I'll write somthing later. SAYONARA BITCHESSSSSSS!!!!! bacon