i don't know what i want.

shit, shit.

          if you don't go to college, don't bitch about how shitty life is. I see people, everyday, i know people, who think life should be easy  as pie and everything should be handed to them on a golden platter. thats not how it is. you have to work hard to get anywhere ( Read more... )

 thought I felt your shape but I was wrong
Really all I felt was falsely strong
I held on tight and closed my eyes
It was dumb I had no sense of your size

It was dumb to hold so tight
But last night
On the birthday in the kitchen
My grip was loose my eyes were open

I felt your shape and heard you breathing
I felt the rise and fall of your chest
I felt your ( Read more... )

you can sell your soul but that don't mean i'm buying.

rent-a prostitute.

prostitute wash.

prostitute church.

hallelujah for things to come.

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what when who how?

your life becomes a collage of crappy quality black and white photographss that you still cling to desperately, even though they document  better time, a few months ago when you were happier and confident. when you woke up to phone calls and birds chirping and garbage men jacking off in their gray suits. the garbage men are ( Read more... )

i don't know. 
every surprise door is a sick trick.
i don't know.

its going to take a while for me to remember the hollows of my bed, and the feeling of clean sheets.

my press powder spills everywhere. i realize what a pathetic person i have become.
my press powder is making the shit in my purse dusty. pens and money turned ancient with a single breakage.
i'm dead again i'm a mummy. but i cannot even make up my face without my powder.

this makes me cry, retreat to my bed. fail tests. drop out of talent shows and ( Read more... )

today is my gorgeous little sisters birthday. she's fifteen. wish her happy birthday if you can!


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