i am poop fag
i am poop bag
i am poop hag
it's such a weird feeling, when you're the only survivor.
poop-fag and poop-bag died so long ago, and yet i'm still trapped in that memory. i was the one driving the car, i should've paid better attention. maybe if i was just...*better*...they wouldn't have died. i would've noticed the semi truck hurling towards us, and would've gotten us out of the way in time.
but life moves on. and i guess i have to try and move on too.














