desolation
1:29 a.m. & 2006-07-20

My room smells like ciggarete smoke because I've found stealing fags from my dads girlfriend to be quite fulfilling and my stereo is filled with mixed cds, my bed littered with pretty pictures and mishappen poetry while I stare lovingly at my kurt cobain-covered walls. This is another sunday night of complete meaningless. Soon to be finished and onto the uselessness of monday.

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