thought about something weird today. since living people always seem so hard to live with. I thought I might consider being a pathologist. work with the dead for 9 hours a day, live with the dead. slapping or screaming or giving them bad service wouldn't matter at all really. hahah. blahhhhhh. it's currently 0438 hours. not tired, at all. wondering what the next split second brings... or takes away. joshua kadison - beautiful in my eyes.she's the one.
girlwithabroken(: : 04:39
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