two days before you died, i was telling a friend how much i miss you. that i needed to call you. that i wanted to have fun like that again. but alas, my stoner mind forgot. it should be on an anti-weed commercial. you forget to call a friend to hang out, then they die and you feel like shit for the rest of your life ( Read more... )

i am unbelievably fucking bored with my life.
all of my friends have gone seperate ways and i hate it.
i can't stand it anymore.
i can't even stand the way i look so i'm cutting all my hair off.
i've got to meet someone new, or do something new, or go somewhere new.
but i don't miss you either, i guess.

i would rather remember the simple things in life like the exchanging of peace signs with a boy who had anti-war and grateful dead stickers on the back of his car and feeling that connection as real because when you have a good encounter with someone and you feel those butterflies for the first time in a long time, i think it's because you feel ( Read more... )

i hate my life and how everything in it seems temporary and meaningless.
i want something that lasts and doesn't fade with time.
nothing in this world lasts forever. not love, not friendship, not even home.

i want springtime ( Read more... )

friends only.
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