You've gained 6 lbs.
I got a bojangles.
I love you so much its kinda scary.
Let's not break the routine of chaos.

You've been home for weeks.
Its the first time you feel like you're here.
Its wonderful.
I'm so confused.

"You're cold"
The coldest, in fact.

But everything in life seems to be about compromise.
A little give and take.

I have an amazing family, wonderful friends, a job I enjoy, a giant closet.
Compromise for not having a trust fund.

Not a bad fucking deal.

They might say 'hi' and
I might say 'hey'
But don't you go worryin
About what they say

They've got nothin on you.

Home run.
Oh how terrible pop fuels me.

My file officially states "case closed ( Read more... )

"I wan you to stick your head out of the window and scream,
'I'm a son of hell and I'm not gonna take this anymore!'"

And I'm not.

Another note:
A succubus.
That's the term that was used.

It fits.

I'm all paid up, all caught up, all fixed up.
I cannot find a single thing I want in anyone.
I'm in control of everything for once,
And its even more confusing that having none.
Weird.

I love you but I hate you ( Read more... )

Figured it out again.
I can tell because I'm terrified.
Scared shitless.

i'll play the antagonist to your pro.
you have no fucking idea.
zero fucks being given.