if those guys (u know, guys with wierd-but-famous haircuts who wrote amazing songs) working like dog, well, here i am!
everything, i mean, every freaking single thing is under my armpit and sucking my breath out of my nose, have got to be handled. works, schools, family, finance, butts, cracks, shits... is hanging tough on my neck.
but, everything is getting ready. *right, i said 'getting'. 30days remaining*
i really wish i could sleep like a log. and i miss him :'(