my life lacks something. im not sure what.
i sleep. i eat. i have sex. i smile. i work. i spend money. i drink. i write. i am.

is this all there is?

this has to be a joke.

sincerely,
bored

i left the boy i like downtown
because my friend is having a nrevous breakdown
i only wish someone would do the same for me
but i doubt it.

..i doubt it

even though i have so much shit going on in my life
i put other people first

oneday..
oneday.

yellow light
green light!
im glad
that me being
me
is ok
because i fancy
laying in bed every morning
for hours
at a time
not saying anything
too important
and smiling
cheek to cheek

ps.
these days
if i wore lipstick
it would be smeared!
:D

the freckles on his back
tell a short story
i flip through each page
using a different finger

when i am dizzy
i need a heart beat
and everything is okay
its strange
how it works out that way

everything

is amazing

imprison my gaurds
i like (y)our tight grip on reality
our match work fires delight
and your sCent
pollutes my stare
so now
every clock needs to be wounD up again
from yesterday
and yesterdays yesterday
adjectives are my reminder
ill dangle them from my fingertips..
touching myself never felt so good

fuck i am getting old. ill be 22 in a few Hours

the trees were yellow exclamation points

this morning.

i would totally have butt sex with myself.

"Those who hate freqently must once have loved deeply"

someone wrote that tonight and i thought it was very wise

wheres my car?

please save that in an empty bottle.

just another recycled social security number.

drift.