therapy, bitch, therapy-- and meds only to help that process.

you're not martian or anything-- aggrandizing one's own condition, however, is part of the disease.

all happy, listening to yoko ono, and nobody to have fun with

they all said i was going to snap.


they were right.

i beat bitches down.

^^^I'd eat that.

What are you talking about ? Her ass ?:D

I AM GOING TO FEEL MISERABLE AS SOON AS I WAKE UP


Fuck.

FUCK!

Nothing like a bit of rump to get my day started ;)

Melly!
You're awake!
Keep me company on the internet


I'm scared...











...I SEE DEAD PEOPLE...

CAPS LOCK GOES HARD AT 6:19AM

holllller

I have misbehaved, I am going to bed.

Don't be scared Crypto - let uncle Melly read you a nice story.

Right then , where we we..ah yes, "Last Exit To Brooklyn"...now, this chapter is where Tralala gets some backseat "education", and the drag queens are gobbling bennies like they're going out of fashion, getting ready to suck hard hustler cock.

And let's begin...

ok.

FUCK
I wish I was tired
I'm going to go lay down and pray to the Ethiopian gods of sleep

I need sleep

"Quick, run for it! Melly's trying to read to us!"
"Oi, get out the way!"
"No, ME first. My ears can't take any more of this!"

wait, im starting to put 2 & 2 together.

that bloody mouth photo recent?

you mentioned you "cut her good"

bitch, were you doing speed?

--
ps- oh, the comedown should be hitting you about now...

Just moved into my new apartment last night. It's eh. Walking distance from a bar, though.