delicate faces~

im not really going to bother blogging about my entire weekend because it wasn't all interesting.

last night was fairly good i guess, wait, nah.
i don't exactly know.

it all went to fast, sped before my eyes before i had the time to realise if i was enjoying myself and the company of those around me. good, i suppose.

close to the end of the night, i went to the bathroom and found this poor guy by himself gagging, laying in the bath, i started talking to him and asking questions, trying to get him to throw up and giving him water.

i asked him why he had drank so heavily and he breifly explained to me that his parents were divorcing after a 20 year marriage, apparently his mum had left. i explained i knew what he was going through, my parents seperated a 16 year marriage too, even if it wasn't recently.

i felt so much better helping this guy from passing out in his own body fluids, rather than aimlessly, drunkely wondering around.

on another note,

i am not a: lost cause, fucked for life, no hoper.
your blog is a complete joke, your lyrics are just annoying, the way you match things together to make them rhyme but then the verses make no common sense.
your twenty years old but you make really embarrasing spelling errors, right about a girl you dated almost six months ago, and think your some musical genious that deserves to live their life in a recording studio.

if i want to ~fuk my self~, then that is my choice,
if you love me, fucking let me go.