After copious amounts of 16 seconds hits from last night still hounding me taking a terrible toll on my mind dry mouth can't feel completely and the illusion that I am speaking playing again so much to say so little heard i wasn't too happy about that women at windmill being a bitch but nonetheless still this car empty no words no way to Express myself to these people these freaks to society it feels as though we've lost contact with each other is this true am I talking can they hear me I've known this man for entirety of my life but still how did we get here why gamestop why now my mind recoils in horror out in public all these unknown faces passing me by who are they where are they going how did they get here ?
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diary of a madman
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