sometimes life is the greatest whore, spreading her legs for every fucking evil bastard that wants its fun with her.
i vaguely remember the days when i woke up, bright and happy, with vigor for the coming day.
where did that go? why did it end? where am i now? who knows where i'm going?
one thing i know for sure is, it's so easy to get fucked over.
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today i reached two hundred page views on this page, in ten months. seems funny.
it's so fucking hilarious. here i am, on this little profile shitty little page, with nothing to give thanks for.
yet on my other page, i've oh so many people who "love" me.
where are they now?
gone.
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