locking eyes with a cute boy on the muni is the way to go. and wish you were here by pink flloyd is a classic, beautiful song. a sunny spring day in the park; the pleasure of animalistic attraction after having been so devoid

this was my level before the disappointment came creeping

it's a weird feeling to not be able to sleep. Even after smoking multiple bong loads and watching a comforting movie. it's odd that the absence or reappearance of someone or something can have such a heavy grip on the way that one feels or thinks about oneself. i am 26 and it's been a while and i thought that i was a little tougher.