I am so clueless at the momet....

Why the fuck do I get so emotional, huh?

It is not as I PLANNED it, or anything....

But I do...

It is my mother's genes... Whoa! Take off and see if you can hit MARS, bitchez....

Uh-huh.

Somehow... I think I am gonna crash, with no one left living on board.

Ain't life just swell...

Just tired, and going under the bed.

Am still devastated.

Hope your day was better.

But shit, who knows, right?



Anyone wanna 'GUDDLE?'