Where the players have no fiddles,
and the fiddles have no strings.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Everything hurts.
I'm just tired of this all. I'm back to old habits. I'm back to not caring. I'm back to my old self, and that's not a good thing. But then again, I don't give one shit about any of it. Who cares anyway.
Well... I'm who stares back at me when I look in the mirror. I'm the one who graduated high school with all her friends and then moved to a new town to meet new people. I'm the one who can out chug most people. I'm the one who sleeps constantly when there's nothing to do...
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