These days the only people who seem to have anything interesting to say are either fictional or dead.
Complaints Department
Moths to the flame.
Looking back through photos from my last year of school, and coming down with a chronic case of nostalgia. I know I was a bit of a shit to a few of them, but fuck I miss those people a lot. I’m lucky to see them once every 2 or 3 months now, and it blows harder than a high-class prostitute.
January 24th, 2011