The only thing I'm good at is screwing up my life.

When bad things happen to good people. This is my own personal proof there is no God. God never did shit for me.

I want to fall asleep and wakeup in a year.

i've been drinking more, smoking more, definitely toking more. writers block. emotional blocks. loneliness. one step forward turns into two steps back.

in one way or another:

everyday i am living; everyday i am dying.

drinking tea in the dark under a patchwork blanket on an old dusty couch, wishing you were here.

it's amusing how being in a big city only makes me lonelier.
i have accomplished nothing these past few days. i'm sick of myself.

same story.
different setting.

hi. i'm roxy.
and you probably don't know me.
and you probably never will get the chance to.



my inspiration is dry.