this is a love letter. not from me to you. naw, son. if you're a dude, stop reading this...unless you wanna know about real love.
I found mine. I won't talk about her now because I miss her too much. But, I know we'll be together again soon. I'm in robot mode. Why live in emotion all of the time?
Our brains do this for us to protect us. I suppose. Just don't be a robot/zombie/idiot/etc ALL of the time. That's called A TRAP/TROUT (depending on where/when you come from) . . .
yeah, usually it's just easier to tune me out before I start making nonsense or WAY too much sense.
deal with it...
where the fuck are my fucking cigarettes though, seriously??
*rolls down a hill n shi7*