sniffling frustration.

[_artofbreathing]

oh, give me the chair,
a lethal injection,
a swing from a rope if you dare.i have the most massive headache. you couldn't even begin to imagine. i'm still wearing this fucking suit from last night. i feel so seedy and groggy and tired and just... horribly empty and lonely. i have to start thinking about what i'm going to say at her thing. hm,

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[fck_ass]

*hugs you tightly*

sorry i couldn't be there for you, sam. i'm thinking about you though. things will get better. it'll be okay. <3

on a side note, i'm in boston now; won't be home til saturday night most likely. but i raped my parents of $11 so i could use this for a night...

love ya. mah lil lesbian.

[_artofbreathing]

it's okay..

need to talk to you though. and i know you need to talk to me.

<3

[fck_ass]

i want out of here sam. i want to talk to you so bad.

i want to cry. i need to cry. or else i might vomit. or something. or maybe i'll do that anyway.

but i need to cry. tears are the only thing i can have right now to stop me from being completely alone. and i can't shed them here.

saaam. myinsidesaregoingtoexplode.

[_artofbreathing]

i know how it feels. eh, i don't know what to do. i need to talk to you.. i mean not for me.. i just.. want to be there for you. hm.