| I am not an idiot.to YOU.
I am not naive.
If someone reads this, please comment, i need help with this one...
preferably help from a stranger who doesn't know me, of the opposite sex.
dylan
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| My breath doesn't exist to fill my lungs any longer,
It was meant to breath life into you...
And you could care less.
I am sick.
God, Help me.
dylan
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| yo,
why has my xanga died?
i think it is because i have more to say than ever...and i am too lazy
to say it. or that i dont want to the world to know...only the people i
love and trust..which is kinda like a dying rose these days..beautiful,
but losing its leaves and dying none the less...
pssht. xanga is no for a bit.
dylan
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| done.yo,
i've got a hammer in one hand,
and a tube of chapstick in the other.
What do YOU want me to do about it? NOTHING because NOTHING else can be done.
I've bled YOUR favorite color,
And That color is starting to ignore/bother/annoy me alot.
so, this was basically an extensive summary.
dylan
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| yo,
i am very upset right now.
i don't understand alot right now.
im sick.
i dont want to be sick.
i cant afford to be sick, or at least i couldnt, but now i think i can, because of the reason i am upset.
its all relative to garbage.
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