Blard.

Hot stuff.Red, flowing liquid.Nobody said it'll be easy.Nobody can control anything.Feelings, mood.It's all fated.Blame it on myself for being this way.Th worse shit I've ever became.I can never turn back...Why...WHY.FUCK LA.Alr don't feel like crying -.-Totally stone and zombie.Staying in for th weekends.Hand muscle hurt like a bitch.Can't even raise my hand tuh make my hair.Jesus mother fucker.And yez.Don't look for me la.Bye.