Life is good ( Read more... )

Oh, hey, I fucking hate people.

It occurred to me today,
for the first time ever,
that the sense of home I had in you,
I finally have in myself.

There is no where I would rather be then here,
and no one I would rather be then me.

It's nice.

And now,
I wish everyone was you.

I got that stuck in my head, my hair.

If I could play soccer every day I would never need to drink.

I found this thing I had written, from a notbook circa 2003, that said "if every day you crush something new and wake up alone, does that count as love?"

Note to self: Be less of a bitch

Keep that in mind, it may help in the long run.

I fucking hate giving ultimatums.
They make me feel like such
a manipulative bitch.
And a conniving whore.

I wish I didn't have to but he forced me.
I had to.

And now I am going to have to follow through with it,
and that sucks even more.

Sometimes, sometimes ( Read more... )

 I have been really tense since I quit smoking.
People are noticing.

It's like nothing is going fast enough,
the music is never loud enough,
I am never tired enough.

Total destruction is never complete,
and I am never fucking happy.