bacin

i miss those days when i thought i sucked at everything i had no friend. there seemed to be no way out of that kind of depression. then i’d go for a walk. or a ride on my specialized bike (RIP :(). and nothing would change. i’ll read a book. the ordeal of gilbert pinfold.Continue reading “bacin”

More honesty you don’t need/more of me repeating myself repeating myself myself myself

«And one night I woke up in room A007 and went straight to my desk (so fast I almost went at it), opened a notebook my mom had left me on her last visit when she threw a full good box of Honey Crunch cereal down the sink, one of the many drug companies’ giftsContinue reading “More honesty you don’t need/more of me repeating myself repeating myself myself myself”