It's still my life, even if I don't like it,
don't want to look at it,
feel it,
smell it,
all of it is mine anyways.
Which would be a good ol' damn-ass grand thing to ponder as a dearth wealth of teeming bacterial possibility if I wasn't me and could settle for one room with the contents of one Melody and one giant echoing ghost. did you see
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I would hope it would be meant to be in any way possible, but that facts are just against it. Maybe the most depressing realization ever.
I'm a mood-lifter, ain't I?
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i would love to go to the park at 3 or 4 am now, and chill, but i see her there in the dark, and remember what we did and things we talked about and fun times, and it makes me sick i can't just get over myself.. or her..
i feel ya more than most darlin... aint none of it easy as they say it is.. and after a while the scars just won't let the wounds heal.
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I'm sorry there was an incidence of taking off, and I'm sorry things are hard to surmount. For both of us, it makes me sad.
BLAH, HUH?
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I hope everything works out for you darling ♥
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Thanks. I hope it just works. I can't handle any more bullshit, my nature is tenuous and strained - bring on the xanax! Or opium.
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