chan marshall/bad luck
Komazalea: i love her but it makes me so sad
Komazalea: i guess this is why i never read interviews or even books. but then it's just like i'm hiding. i don't know
him: i feel sorta gross cause i dont really kow her at all
him: e
him: yeah i dont think its fair that i can say i like her or soemthing
him: cause i wont know
him: itsnot real
Komazalea: i just feel sad because yeah it's like we pretend to know her but we dont at all. and i bet if she met me she wouldn't like me anyway. plus she has all this stuff going and i don't and i always feel behind
him: yeah
him: i know
Komazalea: i am behind though
Komazalea: i have no plans whatsoever
Komazalea: the closest thing i have to a plan as of now is taking a shower sometime
Komazalea: i mean even shit about moving home, i have no idea
Komazalea: and when i get there it will be teh same as here and the same as there before.
him: i cant even let myself think about how its going to be when i leave tomorrow. i still dont want to. its disgusting.ut i dot want to sit here either. what can i change
SkizzyPitts: my socks
Komazalea: yeah i know
him: i dont think i miss anything really i was thinking. i just want to so i have something to focus the bad feelings on. but im not allowed to miss it if i never really had it. yeah
Komazalea: right. exactly. yup.
Komazalea: the pain has to form somehow. i let it do it's thing in the way of memories. it's simple and acceptable and easy
him: yeah. i know cause last night thats what i was doing i only am made up of these ridiculous stories. i feel like tats all i am. and i cant seperate everyday situations from them. its so gross. it makes me feellike a monster
Komazalea: i just read all my old journal entries and i fucking can't get over how they're all the same
Komazalea: i can't believe i haven't died yet
Komazalea: but it's not survival
Komazalea: it's like bad luck
Komazalea: i guess this is why i never read interviews or even books. but then it's just like i'm hiding. i don't know
him: i feel sorta gross cause i dont really kow her at all
him: e
him: yeah i dont think its fair that i can say i like her or soemthing
him: cause i wont know
him: itsnot real
Komazalea: i just feel sad because yeah it's like we pretend to know her but we dont at all. and i bet if she met me she wouldn't like me anyway. plus she has all this stuff going and i don't and i always feel behind
him: yeah
him: i know
Komazalea: i am behind though
Komazalea: i have no plans whatsoever
Komazalea: the closest thing i have to a plan as of now is taking a shower sometime
Komazalea: i mean even shit about moving home, i have no idea
Komazalea: and when i get there it will be teh same as here and the same as there before.
him: i cant even let myself think about how its going to be when i leave tomorrow. i still dont want to. its disgusting.ut i dot want to sit here either. what can i change
SkizzyPitts: my socks
Komazalea: yeah i know
him: i dont think i miss anything really i was thinking. i just want to so i have something to focus the bad feelings on. but im not allowed to miss it if i never really had it. yeah
Komazalea: right. exactly. yup.
Komazalea: the pain has to form somehow. i let it do it's thing in the way of memories. it's simple and acceptable and easy
him: yeah. i know cause last night thats what i was doing i only am made up of these ridiculous stories. i feel like tats all i am. and i cant seperate everyday situations from them. its so gross. it makes me feellike a monster
Komazalea: i just read all my old journal entries and i fucking can't get over how they're all the same
Komazalea: i can't believe i haven't died yet
Komazalea: but it's not survival
Komazalea: it's like bad luck