so wait.. smoking means all the sudden any efforts i make don't matter? i think you're dying to push me aside, to end this. it's unnecessary for you, something you could easily do without. and if thats the way you want it, then just say so.

me smoking has absolutely nothing to do with my trying to make things work. im taking the lexapro shit that ( Read more... )

smoke..
watch sun rise..
sleep till noon..
clean room..
smoke again maybe?
work..

the daily grind.. except with alot more smoking.

it hurts to know that you'll never be what you've always wanted.

i lost myself in thought of you today..

i cant tell if the lexapro is helping me =p
oh well.

( You're Gone - Something Corporate )

hah! friends.. yea.. fuck you.

not to bitch or anything..

but you all fucking suck.

1. Think of a word you would use to describe me.
2. Go to Google Image Search and search for that word.
3. Select the picture you see as most fitting, and post it as a reply.
4. Put the word you searched in the subject line.

the thing that scares me about not being thisclose

is that i wont ever be that close to you again..

my loss for words now seems neverending.

back to square one.
this makes giving up seem much easier..
the ever so appealing car crash anyone?
not like it'd make a difference though,
my cars a fucking death trap as is.
anywho, on to more pressing matters..
oh wait, there are none.

yeah...

and all there is to blame is.. well, myself.