guess how bored i was haha
off to my aunts house for easter food. first time since i was born the family isn’t semi together for easter, weird.
kitchen and the plastic spoons- happy funeral
when i was a uber goth boy deathrocker this was one of my favorite bands.
once upon a time there lived a little creep named chris whom dreamt of being a ghoul someday. the end.
i swear i left my sanity someplace in this mess,
crumpled between empty beers and packs of cigarrettes.
i kicked my last hope to pieces and just hoped for the best.
i guess this is why my friends warned me against hopelessness.
but theyre the ones getting laid,
and im the one waking up alone every single day.
ill always remember that while i listen to their crap.
tell them to fuck off, and then hug them after that.
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| — | Johnny hobo |
