7:52 a.m. - 2008-08-21
Mocron.
I'm sleepy and more and more, I wish I could just sleep.
My god, today a guy, said the worst thing possiable. I wanted to punch him.
Only a few more days and I will have off.
And now, I'm going to sleep.
My tooth has been itiching. I have an addiction and I need help. An intervention.
What I need is more cans of air.
More air.
More air to breathe. More space. More room. Less you. Less you breathing down my back, or do you breathe down someones neck? My tooth itiches. My gums are bleeding in Florida its raining and I wish it were here. Or I was there. Smoke a bowl, a fish bowl with my sisters eye...
Sleep. Little pink pills.
