about last night.

I have. like I all ways do. been drinking a little to much.
Needen to pee and other thing I stop tp look at your page. Right now I am beyound hung up on you. and for this I give in. I feel some thing... you know that feeling is a great gift.

My mother was lost to me and I felt notthing I knew nothing. I wished that I could care and feel hurt or anger or sad any thing. not this lost numb that I feel with suger and sex.

names sould be placed here all of the ones that I loved. My writing is shit for one reason. I cant get you put of my head. I write more when I'm sad. But happy oh joy. When I am happy that is when I write the real McCoy!!!

Not that you or any one reads this I know that my dream of lights and and me young and sexy in your eyes and the worlds view is a god dame fucking lose of a shit pip dream. so please read this let me know that read this. my words have some how gone inside of your sweet little ears and you need them you want then you love them.