Write whats on your mind
Posted from my iPhone.
Write whats on your mind
Andrew Torres
Christopher Jones
phone posters should all be gassed
posted from my shitty korean cell phone.
Samuel Wood
My life is going good and I ow it all to God.
Posted from my interactive journal simulator
Lincoln Gutierrez
Someone posted a picture here on Veeky Forums yesterday that I believe was a photo of someone I used to care about very much. It was a girl in a dress, short black hair, her face turned away from the camera. I could have sworn it was who I thought it was. I knew her neck, her hair, her ear, her fingers, her dress, the cabinets behind her, the lighting of the room, it all looked so familiar. I'm 99% sure it was her. But I couldn't see her face. It was like a bad dream, except here on Veeky Forums, the place I haunt to put thoughts about her out of my mind. The more I think about it, her current boyfriend is probably the kind of guy who would post here.
Eli Perry
My life is not going good and I owe it all to God.
Posted from my gameboy advance
Charles Martin
Funny story. My father was taller than him. In aircraft mechanic school we played hackysack during our breaks. The other guys bragged about how badly their fathers beat them. I told them that my father was 7'2" and his weight ranged between 250-500lbs. They asked me if he beat me. I told them that he beat me with a Volkswagen. They literally ROFL'd good times. Thats what comes to mind. He didn't beat me by the way. Just knowing that he was angry was enough to scare you.
Colton Powell
Everyday when I walk home there is a Jamaican man walking in the opposite direction singing his heart out along to music from his headphones. At first he disturbed me, but I've gradually begun to enjoy my encounters with him. It feels like something is missing on days when I don't see him.
Posted from my Pleiades supercomputer.
Wyatt Cooper
I am God and my life is going good.
Posted from my Game Boy Advance SP
Camden Brooks
I can't stop drinking. It's making me persistently unwell and nauseous every day and I'm certain it will, one way or another, lead to my death before the age of fifty. I am so used to drinking while writing that when I tried to sober up in the fall, I went 37 days without writing a single sentence. I had no inspiration, no vision, no nothing. Now I'm back on the sauce and thinking about tying up my affairs for when I eventually get hospitalized.
Grayson Reed
When did you start drinking? Why do you think you drink so much?