So yea, last night......wicked drunk...plastered....hammered....but that's not the story....last night was the second night in a week where I was (see above) and started to cry..balling is a better word.....wedneday night i dont remember what happened but i ended up in my neighbor dawn and christina's room and started crying......last night went to
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Seriously, it does.
My boyfriend doesn't cry; will you give him lessons?
Maybe you weren't crying, maybe you were just overflowing with liquor through your eyes.
I love crying, when it comes from true sadness, or true happiness, or true love of crying.
Can you stand to use less than 50 ellipses? or less than 50 dots in each ellipse. I'll love you even if you can't. Such is your way.
The crying game was a great movie.
Maybe you're just a sad lush. It's your artistic niche.
Here's what you should do:
Fill a sink with water, and float some oil paints on top. Cry over the sink, so your tears disrupt the paint. Lay paper over the surface of the water, so the paint sticks. Call the painting, Crying. At the exhibition, play Roy Orbison illegally, and when he sues you, you'll get famous.
Feel better, beautiful boy.
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oh, and i miss you buddy. next time i'm in NYC we need to get together again like when we ran into eachother at the peace rally--that was the bomb. take care of yourself fool.
~patrick
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