When I'm Up

He is down.

All the time. It's a never ending cycle.

If we were to ever get on the same page I think the world would end. (don't worry, I don't foresee this happening ever.)

Also, I tried to pry the truth out, it's like banging your head against a brick wall that has nails protruding everywhere.

Everything by now is a bloody mess.

Clean up on isle 12.

Isle 12 being my life.