Power is out // Brain is tired // Aaron is missing // I'm making chicken soup

g'morning.

 zomgzzz mac attack.


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The night was young. Four o'clock in the afternoon maybe. I had ten dollars, a pack of cigarettes, and my good friend at my side. I decided to return to that garage I had been kicked out of so many moons ago.

I'm still wearing her t-shirt. I smell like cheap beer and my hair is sticking up at awkward angles.

So we arrive. It's cold. The kind of ( Read more... )

 For the record-  the ten dollars in my pocket will be spent on alcohol.

(insert my passive aggressive tone of voice here)

Also for the record- I still hate you. 

Being with him makes me feel normal again, despite the proof all over my skin.
Being with him makes me feel safe. No need to be anything. He'll be happy anyways.
Feed him. Give him a place to hide away and in return, you'll find something

I know you've been looking for.

pee ess;; I'm going to try and write every day

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I never knew a heart beat could lie
but I won't be tricked again.

The idea of seeing a psychiatrist again ( Read more... )