Even though we've been out of high school for a while, we still seem to be in it.
Everyone I know needs a fucking attitude adjustment.

They are so stuck in high school that apparently it's still taboo to mix social circles.
It might so totally ruin yer street cred if you invite me to hang out with you and your "other" friends, that we all clearly ( Read more... )

It's the same old story.
You call me every single day, and if I don't pick up, you call me again. And again. Until I do.
And when I do, it's the same old let down, because it's the same old conversation. You love your new life, your new friends, your new everything. The weather's great! Well, it's Florida. It's always sunny in Florida. What's not to ( Read more... )

I'm so sorry.

Stop fucking with me, God. Why does this awful shit always happen to me?
Why do I constantly have to overcome some barrier?
Why do I constantly have to grieve?
Why do I constantly have to hurt?
Why do you constantly test me?
Why can't I have it as easy as others?
Why do you make this life so hard?
Why do you tear me down?

I don't hate life, ( Read more... )

He leaves Massachusetts forever, or so he says, sometime tomorrow.
And I can't get that fact off of my mind.
I already miss him.

I'll be sleeping with ghosts tonight.

So, here I am getting ready to say goodbye to you forever, ready to sever that last tie, to let go of all you meant to me as an ex-lover ( Read more... )

I don't know what's sweeter of you, you offering me over 200 dollars to help me get on my feet again, or the fact that you would really do it if I wanted you to ( Read more... )

I was reunited with a past love last night ( Read more... )

For everything that we have in common, everything that we agree upon, everything that we share, we couldn't be more starkly different.

Love was never something that we shared, my fractured lover, my brooding artist, my favorite paradox.
No, love certainly wasn't there.

Here I lay, just like always.

You used to sit across from me, brooding in your art. You would sing, strumming all your heartache, all that pain and frustration of a fractured love, into those chords dedicated to your ex-fiancee, past lovers I'll never meet, old romantic scars I will never heal. All I could do was listen, anyway. Because how dare ( Read more... )

    He called me up, all calm, cool, collected. He still had his know-it-all tone, I noticed immediately.
    "So, I was thinking about jumping on a train and heading over to Boston. I figured I'd stay in a college somewhere, find someone. But I was hoping your couch was open." Awkward silence. "I enjoyed staying there last year, hoping I could do ( Read more... )