do or die (aint no lie)

dear plain jane diary,

i went to bed and laid down my greasy head, ima  wash it later today. then i got sad and i got up and came in here again to be with you, and to shed just one hundred tears not two. i remember this time when i was depressed and didn't clean my house- for a long time i just said fuck it and avoided it- i didn't even care. i didn't dust or vacuum or pick shit up- i did dishes now and then. a load of laundry to get me by- im telling you i did not want to be here. this friend of mine came here- truly- against my will- and cleaned everything up. it was really quite embarrassing but it really meant allot. i think that was the most meaningful thing that friend ever did for me. then the papers came and that is a shame cuz i don't think i was done with him. but i am now, i guess so wow, i don't think anyone will ever understand him. good luck to those who try, he is a very nice guy, but he will lie right through that fake tooth. but he cleans a good house and can unbutton a blouse- like his life fucking depended on it.