which is still classier than your paper cut wrists.

Called it "kisses on the necks of 'just friends'"

and yeah, I may be your dead end.

But if it's me or that happiness lane princess...

I think you're making a fantastic choice.

It's death either way, better take the fun one.

come on, bring it.

So i realise I rarely talk about anything on this journal besides..you knwo soem angsting and I guess it's cause it feels more private and all but seriously:

I think everyone needs to check out

www.friendsofwfp.org

I meant to tell you
that I meant it.

I am heavily inclined to back up a bag and go heading south the mexico.

cause, you know, I've got the time now.

my life and it's so called happenings.

I am ridiculous
but hey shit happens

and maybe
just maybe

everything will finish off alright.

oops. my bad ( Read more... )

The thing of it is; I could still taste the sweat that coated your finger long after it left my lips. You have this way of secretly showing me you not-so-secretly want me in a closet somewhere. It was dark in the car, and he thought I was holding your hand. But I was fucked up on pills, and you noted this aloud, when I muttered something about you ( Read more... )

This won't be angsty of vague enough to justify the world seeing it.

good night.