It started off as a drunken ki, but now it’s been seven days and I can’t stop thinking about cigs and my fashion magazines.
NY will be the site of my ruin.
Only got 5 hours of sleep and in that short period of time I had a numerous amount of nightmares…all in succession. Literally feel like I need to meditate or something to change the course of my fate…. bc that shet was crazy
