it's amazing what can happen.

maybe it's the 5 or 6 jager and cranberry's. maybe it's the crappy skatepunk. maybe nostalgia is a weapon. maybe it's the heat. maybe it's an old friend. maybe it's fucking celebrity. maybe it's a sense that something isn't what it should be. maybe it's the knowledge that i am just not enough of whateverthefuck i need to be to be there.

it's amazing what can happen.
and how much of a fucking bitch i can be when no one is listening.