dear it almost fell apart in my hands diary,
it might be the fact that it is old- and that's why it did that- i dunno- but i prolly wont pick it up again. i'd like to get a new one someday. sometimes i think new things are better- but then when i get something new in my fist- i start missing my old shit. why is that? i mean just missing my old shit so bad- nothing will satisfy the hole i replaced on PURPOSE no less- with something new- something i figured would be better. it never is. it never is. so why i pick up new shit and latch onto it and think it will give me any kind of gratification- beyond me. but i do it. i sure do. i'll just keep my old shit from now on- even if it just falls apart every single time i pick it up to try and suck on it.
it might be the fact that it is old- and that's why it did that- i dunno- but i prolly wont pick it up again. i'd like to get a new one someday. sometimes i think new things are better- but then when i get something new in my fist- i start missing my old shit. why is that? i mean just missing my old shit so bad- nothing will satisfy the hole i replaced on PURPOSE no less- with something new- something i figured would be better. it never is. it never is. so why i pick up new shit and latch onto it and think it will give me any kind of gratification- beyond me. but i do it. i sure do. i'll just keep my old shit from now on- even if it just falls apart every single time i pick it up to try and suck on it.