Yep, my time and memories. I think it's been an hour since I made my last post, and God my memories are fading fast. Fucking business suit won't leave me alone, he's still outside, tying bags to trees. Nobody recycles anymore. And my door is still locked. Those . . uuuuuum. Those. . .guys, they locked it. I can tell.
I tried to distract myself, surf the web, but I can't get into the mood.
I've been reading through blogs I've been "Following" and apparently Blogger writes comments for you, because I didn't post anything, until today. Or did I? I probably made post here, but. . Iunno.
Anyway, acknowledgements. Because everyone seems to be a jerk today
Frappuchino: Yeah, I did what you said, then it all became a mess, and I lost focus of what I was writing.
NOOC, I don't think we where friends, you're sort of. . .can't put my tongue on it. You honestly don't seem like my type of person.
Kay, Well no shit I can't remember you.
God I just want to go home. Thing is I can't. . .really remember the address.