It's a guilty habit, I tied to my exercise
Had to make my own sunshine
But the sky is opalite
This is just a line in a story-card
This is just one page on AngryPages
I have to read my diary and edit it.
It's 8mn words, but I'm only doing 1.5m words.
And I hope I have my AWS credits still, to translate it.
For like $300 bucks.
I wonder what Jacob is doing.
I think he thinks I'm cool
He's like
I get it, "angry = no facebook jail"
I coulda sworn Alon Halevy sprung me out of there
A few times maybe
One day, when people read my diary
They'll understand what a good person I am
And stuff
I can't understand it
Why I laugh so hard?
I was being real
And she -- he was
Just such a f***ing crybaby
