Little bit of this, little bit of that, little less than everything, much about absolutely nothin', wanting to be somebody, smiling to everyone and bitchin' to everybody - mix it well before drinkin'!
There’s something seriously wrong with this place. Normally happy, cheerful people get depressed. Late nights that are supposed to be fun turn into long, deep conversations about things that make us feel bad, used, tired, anxious.. scared. Most of those things have something to do with living here. Most of us want out, few are lucky enough to find another place to live. I have three years ahead of me. Three fucking years.
May 23, 2012 at 7:02pm
back ''home'' again
anyone else loving their doorms?