you make me feel like fucking shit i fucking hate you with everything i have, why cant you just go the fuck away... im there for you when you need me and youre gone when i need you. im fucking sick of this... or am i? i don't know. you make me feel amazing those moments when we talked and connected were some of the only moments where my life has ( Read more... )

sooooooooooooooooo im going to the beach tomo and i really dont want to. and uhm im a douchebag i hate telfones, im not good at em.
so glad to see you well

in retrospect, last year sucked more or less in its entirety. that means this year wont have to top much, and its already looking like itll be better. Here are a few of the things i hope to do more of this year ( Read more... )

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Is it so hard to fathom that perhaps i wanted to hang out with you for more than just sex? Is it so hard to fathom that maybe this weekend my intentions were more innocent than on many others, is it so hard to fathom that maybe i held some intrest, beyond a sexual one, in you? Well twas the case on this weekend, i actually held a nonsexual intrest ( Read more... )

Perhaps in another dimesion our feelings have some petty significance, some sort of weight on our actual beings, not in this one. Here feelings are simply a myriad of ill-conditioned thoughts, thoughts which we express on whim through what we call emotion, emotion which we like to think makes up our beings. I propose this to you, my friend, ( Read more... )

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and finally you can grasp the insignificance of those once esteemed bonds we assumed we had with another fickle human entity, those ties by which we judge the worth of our life, those peers which we held to be honest and true acquantances worthy of the title friend. Finally you realize the pathetic worth of these friendshps, and even doubt weather ( Read more... )

long time no write ( Read more... )

nobody said it was easy. its such a shame that we had to part. nobody said it was easy. NO ONE EVER SAID IT WOULD BE THIS HARD
ill take it back to the start.
exactly a year ago today anna and i started going out. maybe that doesnt mean shit, i guess not, i dont think you're sposed to remember the ones you fucked up, one year later. I learned a lot ( Read more... )