kelland

There's a place in hell reserved for me and my friends.

And I am getting used to the idea of not being friend-ly. Anymore.

I am really going to fall over now. I am going to look at the shit in my room and want to throw it away. I am not even joking.

Now normally I'd pop a cap in your ass, but you caught me in a transitional period.

I'm not feeling well so Dr. Damein perscribes 100 CC's of "the Damester." That is light-hearted. The other stuff wasn't really completely entirely fully. No.

Petty? Am I? NO. I am not.

Question: Are you okay?
Answer: Nah man, I'm pretty fucking far from okay.