Drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands, Romeo.

Sunday, December 03, 2006>

birthday was a 'blast' at zouk with the leftfoot guys.
heineken,ak47s, martell, henessy,vodka, you name it.
all down my throat. i got fucking drunk wasted hangover-ed and boss sent me home.
come to think of it, i got so fuckin drunk some hot chick was talking to me and i replied in unglam fashion. she asked me for my name and i just laughed.
unexpected people gave me birthday wishes, those i expected, they never came.
who cares anyway, why was i ever born.

my lifes gone down. nothing will be right again.

sucide notes and butterfly kisses-
6:54 AM