Sadrabbit strikes again and doesn’t know how to achieve a high anymore. Or even contentment.
Author: Sadrabbit
you said something dumb again
She’s mad, at least that’s what they say.
when I trip at home alone I feel like I’m around a bunch of people
but when I’m tripping in public I feel alone in my own world
yet another siren
I always seem to fall for the wrong people
you chose to remember those parts of your childhood
it’s your own fault you’re so depressed and cynical, not mine. stop talking to yourself.
I want to grow
Things need to change, I can’t be who I was ten years ago.
my .44 loaded
im aiming at Nirvana
I want freedom
not a boss that comes in a 40 ounce bottle of anything
a promise from me
is just a lie I haven’t told yet
Beer
And the beer I had for breakfast was a pint of Jim Beam, a fifth of peach schnapps, and some […]