i'm making it a point to be.

1/3 down, 11/3 to go.
ONE down, TEN to go.
SEVEN down, SIX to go.

Who am I talking to?
Who's listening?

I can tell you one thing - there would be a lot of drugs and fires and songs and drinks and empty sex and unintentional sleepovers and holes in the ground from burning eyes and tears and vertical lines on forearms and posts and posts and vaugueness and hate and love and a whole lot of silence and loud screams from tar filled lungs and smoke filled ( Read more... )

So I'm sitting here, some seven feet in the air, with the light shining right in my eyes, thinking how if I had a place of my own I would be sleeping right now. How I really want to be sleeping now but I'm not because I feel akward ( Read more... )

"i wish you would care about SOMETHING"

i failed.
you failed.
we all failed.

...for frozen yogurt!

The stomach says that I won't be seeing you again, but I know I'll be sitting at my window with tears, come four in the morning, like that night I realized that I would never fight that car for the spot outside our homes ever again. I'm scared my stomach is right because I've never had so much trouble letting go, and that car never came back. I'm ( Read more... )

I'm sitting on my bed with my window open, because I'm burning up. Hopefully my medicine will kick in so that I can sleep and feel better when I wake. I'm getting sad again because I'm good at it, and I keep wondering if it's just always going to be like this. And it and this go for everything. I finally unpacked a few days ago after being home ( Read more... )

i hadn't for four and in two i won't for five.

hard is an understatement & i'm not sure what's making it.