i am told that i should write when i am depressed. i am not entirely how sure exploring the depths of such a thing is, but nonetheless i am putting fingers to keys ( Read more... )

FUCKFUCKFUCKDFUCKakl:L HFJHFJA LKFAH

i have not cried
since she died.

i hope, i hope so dearly, that he loves you as much as..

i am crawling back beneath my desk.
i am going to have another drink.

i wish she had told me sooner.

p.s. quite honestly, i do not care if i turn into a drunk. at least, not tonight. liver failure and expiration are the smallest things on my mind.

that it would just go away.

if phones are never answered or you're busy with someone else when we planned to meet.
if my feet still hurt from walking around and killing time until you'd grace me with your presence.

you've screwed up, in short.
me
this
blah

i am going to play bass

just fucking fade, fade away.
just fucking something.
something profound.

halfass shave.. i am thinking tomorrow i will go to a barber and get him to take a razor blade to my throat and cheeks, old fashoned like my dad used to get every now and then from Baisel or whatever his name was ( Read more... )

So Taylor, Clark, and just everyone is worried that I'm turning into an alcoholic ( Read more... )

gonna gonna
gonna get drunk tonight.
world, please pause.
cease rotation.
dane, please come over.. this flask of whiskey is mighty lonely.
we should talk, anyway.

i am going to put off getting dressed for as long as possible and sit around and play guitar, accomplishing nothing but horrible notes and thoughts ( Read more... )