max and i, three in the morning, still awake when the rest of the world is asleep. where once, we would have crashed into one another in a chaotic symphony of slippery, slapping skin and broken sobs, tonight, we lay still and apart, but more together than we were even in those moments when he was inside of me. i know your body better than his, he ( Read more... )

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Max and I are starting a band, motherfuckers.

Does anyone play drums? Bass?

I've decided tonight I'm staying alive just kicking & screaming
Blood boiling & steaming
There are things far too dark to comprehend
Sleep on it one more night my sad old friend
The worst is over

What the fuck is wrong with me? I feel like I'm not worth anything these days. I'm just a wreck, I'm made to hurt people. I say and do the wrong things. I wallow in self-pity. I'm nasty and promiscuous and don't think before I speak, I worry too much about myself, I have no ethics, I'm sick and disgusting and a bad friend. I feel like screaming all ( Read more... )

I can't take this anymore.

That's all, really.