January 2012
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My head is going to explode into a million regrets, words left unsaid, and bad memories.
There’s about to be a hole in the fucking wall.
There’s a fine line between infancy and elderly, and I walk the tightrope’s length at least twice daily.
Imagine a world where I couldn’t write? Yeah, me neither.
Instead of kissing someone on new years I’m gonna punch someone in the face
The smurfs are on.
Not even hell
Could be hotter than you right now.