Ah fuuuuck... I feel unreasonably needy. I don't think that I'm letting my actions convey just how needy I feel yet, but it sucks to feel like...always on the verge of blurting out things that sound really commital...even though they would accurately show how I feel. Because I'm pretty sure that he doesn't quite get what he's saying when he talks ( Read more... )

Great. Now I'm having one of those naustalgic weeks about high school.

Sometimes Garrison says that I talk like my life is a movie...especially when I end most of my sentences lately with phrases like "she said mysteriously". The funny thing is, that's how my life feels...movie-like. And not in a bad way. So I was thinking about the last couple ( Read more... )

Yeah this is pretty much how I thought life would be...sitting around in nothing but Garrison's T-shirt on a sunny Monday morning while the rest of the world's busy outside.

So my fucking license is now suspended for one year...well, technically I could get it back in 90 days if I jump through hoops for municiple court. And all because of a goddamn ( Read more... )

 Most couples have a song, right? Y'know...and most of them are flavor of the week songs too.

Garrison and I have David Bowie.

Don't fuck with the classics, man. I judge a relationship by the song that defines it most. And if "Heroes" isn't the mark of a love that doesn't go out of style, I don't know what is.

In other news, I love oxy. It's my new ( Read more... )

 Still angry I guess. Having incredibly violent dreams about breaking peoples noses with the heel of my hand.

But y'know...um...suck it. I'm starting to think it's funny anyway.

It's hard to pinpoint why I feel like my skin is coming off.

I realized in the middle of the night that I don't have any more patience, warmth, or room in my heart to feel any lovely feelings towards some people I used to genuinely love. I'm fucking bored of being duped and coerced, I hate being underestimated, and I'm just plain old fucking sick ( Read more... )

Fuck.

I believe people can change.

But we just fucking don't.

I am irate.

Last night I got wasted and almost let Jimmy cut my hair. Garrison got wasted and wore a man thong. Jimmy got wasted and talked about Garrison's man parts ( Read more... )

I miss when we cared about one another.

Well. I guess it really is possible to constantly be a doormat for all the wrong men even when you do have a good relationship with your father.

I should really take next year off. I'm out of control again.