May 2012
i just really can’t anymore
you added your exgirlfriend again
well i give up, because what a fool i am
you said
“don’t make me dick slap you smart ass” and i just about fell in love with you :)
How how how how how
so you said you weren't going to have sex with...
until i do.
so i guess we’re both going to be celibate for a while.
just kidding
you’re still a dick
fuck
i’m still in love with you
so i haven't
thought of you in a while and i’m not sure how i feel about it. i think i’m gonna be alright now.
I'm drunk
And I don’t know how to be alone anymore
i painted a picture of you
because once i can turn you into an object, you are no longer a threat to me
you begged this time
The pieces you left behind
Were too jagged to glue together
And you were always unkind
To admit that you still loved her
So when I began to worry
That what we had was broken
You tried hard to make lines blurry
And erase the words you’d spoken
But I won’t forget your lies
The false promises and smiles
Because when I’m feeling wise
Is when you pour on your wiles
vanity
you called me, drunk again, i made a mistake by answering the phone.
we started by yelling at each other, i told you to stay away again, all you were trying to do was save-face because you thought i was going to try to fuck your best friend because we were over. i told you i didn’t care enough about you to want to hurt your feelings anymore.
then you got weepy, wanting me to believe you...
mailbomb:
we’re supposed to believe that in spy-kids-2-world that guy can make miniature zoo animals and there are elastic bands that can hold up people and magnetically powered spaceships and hover boots and they can read each other’s minds BUT
grandpa is still in a wheelchair
bittersweet
i want things to be bittersweet between us
instead of just bitter
coreyfalls asked: miss you
i can't stop writing
every word brings me closer to the truth that i want to unveil about you and myself, but for some reason every key sticks to the board when i try to write something truthful.
my mouth is sticky, lies come so easily now about you.
you bastardized everything that meant anything. now everything feels forced for some reason, this is just one huge game.
i don’t want to play anymore, i want to...
i don't hate you
in fact, i really miss you.
but i really wish i hated you.
whisky and wine
dylan came over yesterday, progress. we wanted to cry, so we didn’t cry at all, instead we got 7&7s at the avenue, drank some pink wines, ate ice creams and cookies, and fell asleep watching a fucked-up buffer of saturday night live. it was great. i introduced him to korean food (finally! now that he’s not a vegan!) and we caught up.
sometimes i really miss the way i used to feel...
it's like i'm drunk
but i haven’t had a sip of water all day, and i haven’t eaten, and maybe it’s like a fast - i’m trying to withhold myself, but also to expel myself.
it can’t be fast enough, i can’t wait for the day where i don’t think about the strange things you did and why i questioned them - they are so obviously ridiculous now, what was i thinking?
i guess i...
i wrote you a story
it was a really grand one, like one of those things you show people like your kids about how you fell in love and how fucking magical and worthwhile the entire experience was.
it was about feeling middle school butterflies in my stomach the first time we were laying down and looking at each other and you tried to kiss me, but i was too shy because i wanted it to be perfect, and that’s what...
April 2012
March 2012
