this is the first day of my life.

so here we are. on a sunday. after a long day. a long night. but we got by. or i should say i got by. I. singular. or how i seem to miss all the plot develoments. or how i can't stop ******* ***. for the life of me. I still ***** ABOUT ***. like the other night and all the other times. i still can't stop. i typed that without even looking, that too! i'm pretty good at this i guess. i just feel sick, and all of it can't help. i had high hopes for last night. but the best laid plans of mice and men have fallen upon the asphalt. and splinter like a cinder we can find the fragments in our skin. or shit, i don't know. and like the end of a good movie. here we are. the soundtrack. the lines we miss and then realize. the lines lay. and then sometime on your birthday, maybe the ****. or maybe i came h0me and that was the end of it. but when breeze moves the leaves we can live. just then all the sound in the world comes in. fills in the fuckes parts and shows us how to live. and how we ain't livin at all. and how we hope to just move along someday. we move to fast. on some second story, we leave it all behind. i guess i stayed too long. i guess in some room you laid. in some closet we stayed. or some or some or all i guess i just still **** ***.