i have an extreme difficulty deciding whether i am happy or sad.
but i know i'm not speaking to my father anymore.
and i know i have amazing friends.
especially those five.
those five who don't know it.
scdbm.
and i have an amazing lover.
and i live in the #2 city for crime.
and i have a home.
so fuck you.
i don't care if i'm poor.

you deserve the worst you asshole.
oh. i love my mary and my boyfriend.
and the girl with the wisdom teeth
and the one with that tan skirt.
and i work in a bar.
the end.

i don't wear my seatbelt and get slammed by SUVs and fall in love and cost my parents money and i'm not my brothers so omg get over it and i need $275 x 2 by september first so okay thank you goodbye.

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my house is yellow
with a white picket fence
and a red door
and a tree for tire swings
and a front porch
back deck
four bedrooms
three bathrooms
love
and philly girls.

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miles and minutes
and herses and
and and swigs from bottles
and downcast glances
countered with eye contact
and lines slipping under tires
and pills of prescription
countered with-
and mixes and
self-dubbed movies,
french or english or bird,
and salads from a bag
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whatever and ever
and fuck you all.

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