Le Drunk Drawings©.
And yes, those two are meant to be upside down.
And yes, that is a bag of teal daisies.
Le Drunk Drawings©.
And yes, those two are meant to be upside down.
And yes, that is a bag of teal daisies.
What the hell. I honestly think my mind blocks out the bad shit I go through in life. I’ll remember being sad but I won’t exactly remember how I really felt or what I did everyday. Like this poem. I really don’t remember writing it. Of course it’s from sophomore year when shit got crazy bad. It’s weird how different my perspective on things are now.
Oh look how cute! What happened to me?
I started that thing, That thing called weed,
I told my self, that I could stop,
Yet here I am, still smokin’ pot,
I hurt myself, and my family too,
To think I started because I thought it’d be cool,
Now look at me, Where do I stand?
Tears down my face, Gun in my hand,
I could’ve been successful, I would’ve been great!
But it quickly spiraled down, And now I’m full of hate,
My world now is awful, It’s so full of lies,
And when I pull this trigger, You’ll see that nobody dies.
I am nothing now, like a vacant hotel.
There is nothing left of me, like an empty crab shell.
So you see that is why.
I will not die.
Because when I pull the trigger.
I am already
D E A D.
over my stupid laptop. It’s so fucking dumb like I’m really about to cry over this stupid shit because the charger is hella functionally inconsistent. Like JUST FUCKING WORK YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT! Ughh. And I couldn’t pump up my bike tire so it’s flat as fuckkkkk. God damnit today. And powder puff isn’t even that fun to me. Fuckkkk. Whatever, I’m going on field trip tomorrow.
SATISFY YOUR OWN EARS…
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