It Slipped Through The Window

school in the morning is really no way to be kicking off a week. i already feel like shit, i have to admit i lok good today, or at least i think.

i don’t feel very good, and i can feel the milo i drank coming up my throat. sick, i know. and to top it off,, the part of jealous ex-girlfriend doesn’t exactly suit me,

i wish we took more pictures.

who shot the arrow in your throat?
who missed the crimson apple?
it hung heavy on the tree above your head.