January 2012
1 post
i got my swagger back
today started out as if i had made every single bad choice i could have the night before. my chest weighed on me like i slept with my bed and frame on me rather than under me. my lungs expanded to the size of pinkie fingernail. my eyes hurt and my stomach sucked at itself. i was not to be bothered. i left school to get some comfort food, hating life. truth is i wasn’t hungover, nor did i do...