air.

finally breathing, been hanging around looking for a spot where i can get in trouble and there's not a damn thing anyone can do. most nights i'm hitting my head against a pillow. either wishing i could sleep or pissed-off that i want to sleep.

a couple of rum&cokes and that problem is sorted. i scour the screen for porn and something decent to read, play a background soundtrack and forget that i have another life.

it's easy, it's so easy.

but i'm getting better with the fact that life is life not a movie. it just doesn't go the way you want sometimes. i call myself tacnik. i watch rugby, i drive atvs thru the desert, i drive a truck. and i get off on guys. queer fucking bitch.

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