slow like h o n e y...God don't you know what you're doing to me? I can feel you in my spine all the time and I know it's you and it scares me. You shouldn't scare me like that. The way you creep up throws me off gaurd. Always at the strangest times and you feel so cold. it's not like you. I want to keep loving you. I do. I keep loving you. I ( Read more... )

Now I am silent, hate ( Read more... )

I give up. on rent checks and bounced checks and national city. On steve goldsmith and fishman willner properties co. On late fees and overdraft fines and the copious amount of money im owing people by the second. On pieces of plastic that are fucking everything up right now! On 2oo dollar text books and 250 dollar classes. on a dad that needs ( Read more... )

what a sweetheart she looks. pretty face she. 25 some odd years or whatever the fuck you're into lately. Well let me be bitter and immature and say that I put on so much god damn make up and lip gloss tonight to save a strip of whores on michigan ave. after a rainstorm. and I'm going to drink enough tonight to drown a tiny city under construction ( Read more... )

"and I say there's trouble when everything is fine. The need to destroy things creeps up on me everytime ( Read more... )

Here it is as simple as I can make it ( Read more... )

"I'm in the mood for you or running away"...

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a book changed my life. a boy that changed my life came back into my life and into a movie theater with me upon his request. a request that took me by genuine surprise. the only thing that made me sad this time was the usual. The way his jeans looked against his knees...And when I leaned my head to rest on my chair, I could smell him. The way he ( Read more... )

So I called him. After everything. After all his lack of response and his obvious nonchalance with everything involving myself. After watching him fuck a girl wearing only tights and a bra on a dancefloor from way up high with my darling girls. I still called. And the final slap in the face was self induced and it was more by my hand than his. He ( Read more... )

the theme of todays holiday very well may have been "I would like to put a bullet through my head ( Read more... )