I know no love no more. I am happy, I am free. She's probably strung-out on her couch, coming down or something. This is probably something that nobody would want to read, but if I wanted to stop being an ass I would stop posting my poetry. She's going to die, eventually, no doubt about that. I told her to stop and she didn't. I don't want to be stuck with that baggage on me. One of those guys whose girlfriend died. Fuck that. So i'll sit here with my curly hair and girl sunglasses and cuss alot and post shit. Fuck her, she's gone and dying, almost dead. Fuckin' druggie style dark eyed style chick. Love Love Love.

... who is going to die? post ur poetry its ok with everyone.. but are you ok? ROze

OK? I;m fine i'm great i'm fine. Excellent superb fantasmic what not all you. Being as i'm ok and all is well i will stop typing now. Terrific terrific terrific. Well well then. love love lOve. Oh and I'm glad my poetry is "okay" with everyone. as long is everyone is "okay" with it. Wouldn't want anyone to not be "okay" with it. Wouldn't want that now. "Okay" then, I'm "okay". We're all "okay" Love Love Love.

If your in a relationship with someone who does drugs and you dont like it and it is for a fact killing them tell them how it makes you feal. Try to get them to stop or leave.

I did. She didn't. I left. Love love love.

Oh, burnout, that's tough. I'm sorry. Can't do anything else except (¯`'·.¸(¯`'·.HUGS YOU.·'´¯)¸.·'´¯) Sorry, hon.