Maybe I am back.

Whatever poison's in this bottle will leave me broken sore and stiff ( Read more... )

I am feeling naughty.

Two packs of cigarettes a day
The strongest whiskey
Kentucky can make
That's a recipe to put a vagabond
On his hands and knees
I watched it all up close,
I knew him more than most
I saw a side of him he never showed
Full of sympathy for a world that
Wouldn't let him be

That's the man he was,
Have you heard enough?

What a shame, what a shame,
To judge a life ( Read more... )

fuck you.

whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat

It only gets inconvenient when you wanna get high alone ( Read more... )

Weather like this reminds me of walking home from Sinclair in the spring.  Those were the days when I thought things could only get better, and the unknown was exciting instead of super scary.
The unknown these days still seems to be much better than the known.  Every time I think about what this summer will probably be for me, my chest tightens and ( Read more... )

Sooo
I got a job in Whitby.
Sooo
Probably I'm going to hate myself again a lot this summer.
Sweet.

I would like to stop being crazy, and live a little.  This would be much nicer than relying on the pain and thrill someone else feeds me to help me feel alive instead of stuck here ( Read more... )