no idea what the fuck to reply.
and the person i would usually ask, is the reason i need to reply. FOR FUCKS SAKE.
head ache - yes feel like vomiting - yes bruised as fuck - yes knee sliced open - yes no idea where shoes are - yes memory fucked - yes. no idea what happened last night, or how I got home, or when really. good night then - I suppose.
I don't understand scene hair.
sherlockholmes-: Who wants to look like a racoon anyway, they smell don’t they?. .