January 2011
I want
to be in your heart. But you don’t care about SHIT. Then again, you might just care about some things you don’t mention, right? But that gives me hope. False hope, but that’s just fine and dandy for now, because I can’t focus on just you. I have other things I have to get done and not cripple myself onto you like a sick child. I doubt you would value that any time at all....
Romantics.
I want an off switch for those things, for now. My heart is beating super loud and a sigh bubbles to my mouth and a scream does soon after. I’m sick of games, but I need this game to be played right now in order to not delve into this new guy, a new relationship. Because then, problems arise and I’m enveloped in this blurry cocoon of infatuation and I’m sick of that. There has...
We got into her bed%u2026 →
Friendship is a quality your lover must always have.
I reply to texts/messages/any method of communication too quickly.
Imagine if you lived on the same road as one of...
heartattackinredhairdye:
I’m developing a snort in my laugh, and I totally just snorted at this.
I want to make the best of things. I feel like opening my body cavity, grasping my heart, making an incision and squeezing out its contents. I want to see what is in there myself, see what I really feel about certain subjects instead of being so gullible and quick to alter my opinion to mold to others. But that’s why I’m likeable. I like what you like. We have common similarities. So...
Connections
I’m not sure why I lack so much common sense. Things are usually right in from of me. I just take my sweet time getting there, if it hasn’t already taken its leave.
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Ja.
It’s an endless loop, an endless coaster, just different faces. Thing is, I’m gonna be happy with or without you, whoever you are that has a penis. Because life is a motherfucking party and you can choose to join or ditch, bitch. But I will keep dancing to the dj in the celestial heavens. I will keep the drum of my being, soul, heart and intestines thumping the high rpm happy hardcore beat that...
Carcinogens.
My biological mom just told me about the lump they found in her mammogram. I don’t know how to process it really, I mean she’s going into surgery to get it out soon and see if it is malignant or benign and even if it is malignant, as my friend Melanie says, “Don’t think of it as a death sentence.”
Death. My mother would be gone. I wouldn’t be angry at her for...
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Jersey Shore’s over…but hey. I’m never going to watch it anyways, why not?
Beer bottles.
I have so much going on, I forget things constantly. Blah blah blah blah. Wow, hahahahaahah. Total Under the Dome reference in The Simpsons tonight. That was a great novel, besides the ending. Aliens? Really? Horrid. But Stephen King as Richard Bachman? Fantastic. Thinner, The Running Game, both straight up classy novels.
I want a meditation class during school. I want a designated time in my day to think and ponder our existences and research shit. I have the books for it. Maybe I’ll become an Athiest in that period or support abortion or something. For now, I have faith in God. He’s up there, I believe. But the Heaven and Hell shit? That’s iffy. Who’s to say our personalities are fixed? We...
Because of this song, I’m fly like a G6.
As the clock stopped ticking
I laid a kiss upon my sister’s cheek.
A little creepy since she was asleep, but it’s all good. Yup.