It's new year's eve!
&i wake up crying and in came the anxiety. I’m over you 2011. Can it be midnight already? I wanna be heavily fucked up, stumbling in my litas.
Sometimes when I’m driving, I picture myself ramming my car into the one in front of me. Or to take a bat and just smash the fuck out of someone’s car. Or when I’m in a liquor store, I imagine knocking everything down, just to hear bottles crack and all of it just splash everywhere. Do you know how much stress would lift off my shoulders? Does anyone else think that? Just a...
10 years from now, everyone’s going to look at us and think…how the...– (A very stoney) Enrique Reyes