i keep catching myself on this a-hook. trying to survive through ( Read more... )

i am carefully sorting out my words because it's clear there's a miscommunication.

and i'm tired of clearing up the air.

thisisn'taboutyou.

sometimes when you're complaining... the only reason you're
doing it is because you want comfirmation that everything will be okay.

that you're dead end job serving dead end people will go away.
that all the lame ass bills will become more affordable in relation
to income.

sometimes life really is that gay.

"i can hear the cicadas boiling outside. a unified obnoxious noise that occurs all day."

"it's really dry out but last night definately was not."

"no, i won't be there. i'll be here that day. or somewhere else. anywhere but there."

"she's so drunk."

"the recycling is insane. who is going to take care of it?"

"time to eat it."

i see the excessive pastorfuture and fear of leaving...
but for one night not anymore. can't believe these people were...uh there.

fuck u m.kays and kays who carez? Y U So FuKINg SToOpiD.
fuck u I). drunk like to the point where it's not even funny... ur not funee.
are you jjjjjj ust waiting fffffffor the point where it's wwwwwwwwway ttttoo mmmuch

looking for jobs is terrible.
i might work in cranston at harborhill. my pseudo life.

running out of money fast too.
really i am happy in provicence. once i bike.
or figure out the map.

once i get a fucking job.

all of our aquintances are so weird... these are supposed ( Read more... )

eammon is a classy guy.

100000010000010000100001.
i'm moving to providence on saturday.
friday is my last night in town...

carefully pacing and mending expectations ( Read more... )