This is a poem writen in memory of a dear friend who would have turned 18 on the 18 of November. But instead we celebrated the first year without her on the 14 of December 2000. I ask you aonly to save your friends in a way I could have saved her. Goodbye and Blessed… Continue reading Happy Hour Blues
Author: bitnergoth
I'm a Philly native now (unfortonialy) in good old Uniontown, P.A. A.k.A. Hickviles. I love opiuiom, and good old marajunia. And my second love after them is probaley hard core sex.
I've been a goth all my life, a tradion passed on by both my parents. I
Judgment
I have always known who I am. I’m a me. Now that I’ve left the only place I knew how to be me I fill out of place. I just moved from the area I lived in for 14 years of my life to a place 365 miles away.