27 10 2006

 Hello. I’m not gone yet. I’ve more downfall to update. Hehe.

That day I got liquor in my hair, black tar on my green sweater’s hood, some shit on my jeans and dirty panty on my bed, on my face, near my mouth.

Tomorrow. Not know. 

If I feel my hands belong to me no more, maybe I should go and sell off my fingers to some fingerfood-vendors so that I could get more redbull, to get lost and get half-blacked-out again.

Yes. I got ten-kg-hammer in my head. And a elephant-sized-dagger in the heart.

YES! I’m that ruined.