growing up, throwing up, and cabin pressure.

so sometimes, and not all the time. I=me. you=me. it is all relative. the thi3rd. person. third prison. man, i'm shaking with the weather. i can't wait to lay down. on to on. i felt really light and poetic tonight. brought down a peg, like i needed to be. a good hip check away from healthy. so go on, and who cares? i send notes with bad words. i take shallow breaths while it's there. and sometimes all i am is you in a post. scratched into the desk of the internet. remember me? i was thinking of escaping. teh camera catches it all. for fucks sake, can we live? HAHAHA. reading it out louud was