Untitled

So I try to hold on to a time when nothing mattered...

Perhaps there is some truth even in the songs we feel are below us.

The world corrupts, and innocence is a value long gone. Strangely enough, I feel drawn to it... Oh well...

Woke at 12 in the afternoon today, after phone calls last night. Certain people send extremely weird smses I swear. _____ & _____. Yeah right. Wasting smses just to send two names, repeated throughout, to me to annoy me. What rubbish.

I feel like going for a run. I feel unfit; I'm becoming fat. How terribly dreadful. I might go pool later. Oh yeah, I need to call Bronson...