February 2012
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It’s like I get some kind of enjoyment out of fucking things up. It’s like I know when I have a good thing, and rather than treasure it and hold onto it and bury it in my heart..I proceed to see how far I can push the boundaries and limits. I pull at the stitches of relationships; slowly and methodically shredding them until everything is disjointed. I know what I am doing, but I...
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Once, you were everywhere. And yet nowhere when I needed you.
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last night
Last night was…hectic. After being ignored and abandoned by my other half, I proceeded to consume two or three crate bottles on top of my bottle of wine and got really fucking drunk. I then spent hours talking to a guy I barely know who sweetly insisted on keeping my hands warm followed by an uncomfortable period of time locked in a car, recalling all the reasons I hate walking in the dark...
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Things I Hate.
-Answering the telephone. -Cold toast. -Itchy feet. -Starless nights. -Fighting with you.
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