everything in my world could be fucked. but that's okay because at the end of the day i still have krystal. everything at work can suck ass, and usually i'd just walk up and out of my job and say the fucking hell with it i'm done fuck the world and everyone who lives in it. but i wont do that anymore because at the end of the day the money made is to keep the future of krystal and i in harmony. everything can be fucked up financially but even if it was to the point where it was a choice of me or her eating, its okay because at the end of the day, krystal will not be hungary. things could be fucked up really really REALLY bad with friends, but that's nothing new. things ARE really fucked up with my supposed "friends". bradley is a busy man, and that is overstood. that is truly my only friend. dont get your mind screwed, those fuckers are work at the end of the day are STILL ONLY fuckers at work. again, that all doesn't matter. cos at the end of the day i can either drive to my persons house and be held in a manner that is indescribale to the human language. a feeling of comfort, security and divine completeness. at the end of the day it all doesn't matter. because you the queen and i'm the king. nothing elese means anything. like those shirts JOCKS used to wear in highschool _\[insert SPORT here\] is life. the rest is just details_ imma take a bunch of heart-pumping drugs tonight, get this load done, order a huge fucker for tomorrow and be done with it. enjoy my two days with the person who makes my life so enjoyable and so harshly realitic at the same time. i wouldn't give anything to have it any other way. my skin itches for new ink.