My friend the pool.

by now, the number of drafts under my dashboard has significantly increased.
heh. the joke's on me.
it is freaking dumb.
how things i always want to post, are probably things that are better off not posted.
i type out long posts and then hesitate so i save them as drafts.
hahaha i am just being retarded.

i am really tired.
but just a little more mugging to go and things should get better.
there's so much to face up to, so many things to tell, so much to endure.
i dont know how much longer i can last,
because honestly everyday i just feel like i cant take this shit any longer,
not without my girls.

She's so lucky, she's a star

But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking

If there's nothing missing in my life

Then why do these tears come at night?

currently watching spongebob and hearing my laughter on repeat HAHA.

this is why i am hanging on:

 

but right now it feels this way:

i am just going to believe this.

magic where are you?

spongebob is awesome.

being retarded is awesome.

 i miss my retarded friends.