the dream.

what the fuck was that dream just about and why the hell am i up at 6 fucking 15 in the morning?

and why the hell is every single fucking light on in this house? oh and the TV blaring too.

god. i thought we were all old enough to figure out how to TURN SHIT OFF when we leave.

written @ 6:19 am on 14.03.02
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