jon, im feeling how u'r feeling yesterday now.

it suck.

i juz wanna scream my lungs out.

slit my throat.

cut my vein.

slap myself awake.

plunge from the top of a building.

i'm imperfect.

its tough.

-sigh

when can i get my bike ?

ponders-

im thinking abt alot of things tonight.

wtf?

ya wtf.

i also dont know.

fuck me.

good night.