sick,diseased,dying,dead.

Feels good to be fuck free.
Straight up,not give a hootinanny or fuck about a god damn thing.
Let's see how far this takes me.
My second escape,this being the first.
Crushed.
Illogical.
Senseless.
Clueless.
All that little shit in between.
I am a hobo at heart.
"Long haired punk with nothing to lose."



Totally.