it's been a crazy month, and crazy is to say the least. i've left my mark in that damn apartment, almost on every wall. luckily life goes on.. on to bigger and better things. it's weird that i have every physical thing that makes me who i am in my possesion. but i guess when i take a good look at things, i do have an enormous amount of shit. it's a good feeling, to be responsible for yourself, to know you and only you have control of your destiny.

"and i still won't tell no one your name"