Friday, March 09, 2007

Fuck man.. I cannot, to the best of my abilities, handle this fuckin shit anymore.

I suppose I can now better understand how your ex felt.

I have never been fuckin accused like this before. Never. But if you're gonna believe your sun fried brain, then there's nothing I can do about it. There's no point in me arguing about this, It just goes to show how much you don't trust me.

I really can't handle this shit.


suri thought at 11:54 PM


My Curse



Suricide Suicide
2 April '89
Equestrian Sports
Painting
Lomography
Bass Guitar
Floorball


Constants are Changing

New Urban Male boxers
To go back to Arthayasa
Skinny black jeans
A cute Hedgehog
Forego
Porta Trace Light Box
old skool top
Beach Shorts from RipCurl
Adidas Candy watch
BME Baby Tees
PSP
"MODIFY" DVD
Andra & The Backbone cd
Flaming cherry tattoos on hips


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