my weekend:

marijuana, beer, whiskey, more beer, drunkenness, Black Lips, belligerence, confusion, regret, confessions, rejection, heartbreak, Percocet, vomiting, bathroom floors, more whiskey, beer bongs, tequila, old friends, and cocaine.

thinking about it now, all i can do is laugh.

at this point
i wish i could forget you.

because
i hate this.
this lovesick feeling of
knowing
that it is
never going to happen.

that what i want
will never be
what i get.

fuck.

i'm tired.

i'm exhausted ( Read more... )

it's been five months since i've written in here.
and a lot longer since i've written anything meaningful.

i've tried.
numerous times.
but i just haven't quite been able to find the right words.

it's frustrating.

i'm thinkin' on it.

sometimes when i think about you i wonder if you think about me too.

oh, life.

i'm too old ( Read more... )

the other night i dreamt that flaming cars were falling out of the sky.
they looked like the brightest blue and green shooting stars you can imagine.
and they were landing all around me as i watched from my backyard.

it was pretty awesome.