Off to band Practice…smell yer later!
But the same old situation
As he drowns out with a bottle every night
And I have no reason to keep anything sacred
I don’t care about what you think is wrong or right
Throw the bottle
I cannot stand it
This room is full of useless information
And the actor died playing out a lie
And I’m selling my own depression
Cause everyone thinks depression is the new high” — Elvis Cortez
Shoulda been asleep fucking hours ago. Tried everything warm milk, soothing music, time with Pamela Handerson, the works! Its ten to fucking six in the morning and I av an orrible feeling this is me slowing slipping into a shit sleeping pattern I tried so hard to fucking break.
I want to get a red pen and do a teacher’s check on everything you write.
In fairness I do write my H’s on things that I say my H’s in I don’t get why its a big deal no one ever complains that I thas instead of “that’s,” you grammar nazis need to chill winston!