i  love being home.
for the first time.
i want to be here
and it kills me to 
go back..

indy, you are not my home.

honestly, i fucking want to throw up.

i want to take all your pain away. 

its not so bad anymore.
i actually wake up happy.

you'll make a wonderful father. :)

build me a time machine.

i hate indianapolis. i hate how there are homeless people on every streer corner. i hate how it always smells like sewer or car exhaust. i hate how i never get to smell the sent of freshly cut grass. i hate how its fall and i'm missing all the beautiful colors of the trees. i hate how lonely i am. i hate my job. i hate that i work at hooters. i ( Read more... )

i fucking hate my job.

i don't care who you are.
don't hurt her.

yay. finally a nice job. =]