its friday.finally. and im gonna kick some ass later..wooh...



dissappear dissappeaar dissappear..
long forgotten..
heavy burden.wasted minds..
needed when needed..
we are just like another replica of each other..
bastards of today..tomorrow..

honestly,no one cares for another one.
this is just an illusion of a pretty world make believe.
don't be disappointed my baby.
just count on yourself and pull it through..

memories tattooed are just memories waiting to be erased.


sigh..
I am sick of.....