Wednesday, July 2

All these thoughts in my head aren't my own. Wreaking havoc.

I sleep in an old Prince tour t-shirt, from way back when.
I listen to compilation CD's that I burnt, all those years ago.
I still catch a glimpse of a TV show, every now and then.

I often hear a song that takes me back, to different days.
I rarely go a day, without being thankful for who I am.

I get reminders of the days, that I'd rather forget.

Sometimes it just fucking sucks to get out of bed in the morning.