My art being crap because I'm always so wasted i cant hold a pencil,my hands shake in control of the lense, and the paints end up on the walls looking like blood smears, or are they blood smears?
I cant write because i can only think about hiim, I think I'm cheating myself. could i do with out this?
Inlove with a schitzofrenic, he hit me wehn he had his attack,
because i cut myself?
or because i'm not her, i think its time i try to see past my doubts,
but how can i when I'm up against prefection?

Yeah, maybe i should just turn my lfie into my newwest story.

I need names, dates and locations then its possioble... =\
I hate life.