2011 has descended inside my speech bubble.
have you ever seen that much rain in january. pointless, senseless reality comes under the shade.
where’s my alibi when i need one.
falling sick could’ve never been such a welcomed verb this time of the year as i need my time building those tanks that i’ve been masterminding for quite sometime.
sad sad boy, wake up and smell your life.
listen to eots doesn’t help at all. type away fatso.