turning knots in my head
i'm holding back paniced breaths
i need to get the fuck out of here.
boredom is the cause of depression
and once it seeps its way in..
it never leaves.
fuck this city
fuck the people
fuck the scene
i hate it.
i can count maybe ten people(family aside)
that i truly caare about in this city.
i've finished some new artwork for a show the 17th.
shit is dope.
i'll scan it eventually.
fucking underground til i die