packing is a disgrace. this life has been a fucking drag. packing, goodbye-ing, i'll be writing- don't forget the sighing. crying. my own fist fighting... stitch up these pests my darling ohmy whatamess.

and what a measure. awful fleeting texture. sex was great, now i'm left numb to it all. love was great- oh wait. hmm. what?

and there'll be stories to tell and walls to climb... but i won't dare climb without a ladder (somebody look up my skirt, i'm dying for the attention)... most tragedies end like this. i've read'em. yep. i've read how they die. poison. knives. guns. yeah. and it's like a suicide buffet. take your picking.

11:30 pm take a shower shave my pussy cause everyone wants a clean shaven pussy. pack a condom and some money cause everyone likes a safe and rich girl. fuck the first one to come out of the bushes. get in the car, drive. sunset sun rise sunsetsunrisesunset sunrise. die.