questions i ask everyday
say goodnite to the waitresses and get in the back of the deathcab. exhausted. lay on my side in a fetal position. looking at my piles of mismatched dirty and clean clothes that are now my pillows and blankets. feeling sick, confused, lost and lonely...
what am i doing? what the hell am i doing? why am i here?
what am i doing? what the hell am i doing? why am i here?
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