curbdrop out of grace

wordmasters ruined my middle school g.p.a.

i wrote this comment in some other girl's blog. so it's my thoughts, yet i feel like i'm stealing them somehow by reposting onto my own damn blog.

here goes shit:



i don't know why you'd like to write like i write. i write like i think, and my thinking's all messed up.

this is my analogy of how my i am:

head is to brain as ziplock bag is to broken shards of jagged glass

posted by fillshe @ 3:40 PM