you know i hate this my counsler, and i hate HATE being clean. evreything i think about drugs or remember popin pills i get all sad and my blood runs and i get a ruch remembering it. man i hate random drug tests. and i dont want to go to my counsler next week. she told on me. i am so angry. listen to a chours of a song i wrote.
NataS is the one they hate, NataS is the one they degrate, NataS who doesent exist, NataS is only a myth.
like? well its cool when i sing it i’ve wrote other things but i dont have time to post them until i get home. well see you in like 4 months…or is that 3 and a half now? i need pills.
~*morbid endings*~