Love Quotes 11.

It’s a poem…. a poem about stuff and junk, and people. Important people – to me anyway.

Eatable.

Here today, gone tomorrow.

Anyway.

More depressed crap.
Old. I’m better now.
Although still quite insane thanks to you people.

Questions.

Gambling is 50/50.

Whats the point of sleep anyway? We are all less active in the day.

I hate having to let people down, there is no truly nice way to do it.