im wide awake, its morning
I want to feel alive again.
I want to run & laugh & play. Swingset romances & street dances. Too much smoked substance. A flask, his initials engraved on it. Inhebration. Nights spent meeting boys with messy hair, pants too tight, more eyeliner than I. Trading bracelets. Grass invading my toes. Sharpie tattoos & drunken kisses. Hours spent behind abandoned apartment buildings scribbling prose onto pages extracted from last years textbooks. Singing. Oh, WE WERE SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF OUR LUNGS. We were in love. We were EVERYTHING. Last summer I fell in love with him & his fingertips pressed into my hips. Sneaking backstage for a sloppy kiss before every song. Every song, eyes locked, every word for me. Last summer he was my everything. Lustlove. Cause & effect, I let you affect me.
This summer, this summer....oppourtunity.
* * * * *
10 in the AM, watching burgundy run down the drain.
Due to my recent need for a second job, I was forced to say farewell to my pink hair this morning. R.I.P. or something I guess. My hair is also falling out incase anyone was wondering, gee I cant imagine why that would be. I have also decided I am never going to brush my hair again, we'll see how that goes.
I love the smell of hair dye, & I also love Bright Eyes. Good o'll Conor has lulled me to sleep for the past 3 nights. Never fails.
I can't promise you a happy ending & because of your beliefs, your way of "life", Im not sure I understand what the point of this is then.
I love being able to relate to someone on a completely different level than everybody else. Set apart from the rest. I love my best friend because he makes everything ok, as ridiculous as that may sound to some. I do not care what your opinion on this situation is, at all.
Anyone going to Lollapolloza, please someone, anyone, get me a Blonde Redhead shirt?
Just in case, anyone was wondering, Whitesnake is playing summerfest & Im prettttty fucking stoked about that thank you very much. Drunk dancing on table tops, who can resist that? Lets be serious.I promise not to black out, puke on myself, & almost die this year.
I'm going on a vodka & cigarette diet, we'll also see how that goes. Besides the lung cancer,ripped up insides & bloody throat, it'll probablly go pretty well.
Yes, I do drink. No, I do not depend on alcohol for happiness.I drink because I like too, not because I need too. No, I dont care if you dont drink, but DO NOT force your beliefs on me. Please & Thank You.
I want to drink down by the rocks tonight. Hmmm.
I was called a slut today. I'm pretty ok with my decisions in that area thus far, & Im pretty positive, I dont care that you are not. Ill let you know when im interested in your opinion though, I promise. Jealousy isnt pretty on you, sweetheart :)
Lots of stuff is happening this month. Oi.
Pridefest. ( SOMEONE GO WITH ME. NOW) Alkaline Trio & Rufio. Summerfest. Etc etc etc.
I want to run & laugh & play. Swingset romances & street dances. Too much smoked substance. A flask, his initials engraved on it. Inhebration. Nights spent meeting boys with messy hair, pants too tight, more eyeliner than I. Trading bracelets. Grass invading my toes. Sharpie tattoos & drunken kisses. Hours spent behind abandoned apartment buildings scribbling prose onto pages extracted from last years textbooks. Singing. Oh, WE WERE SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF OUR LUNGS. We were in love. We were EVERYTHING. Last summer I fell in love with him & his fingertips pressed into my hips. Sneaking backstage for a sloppy kiss before every song. Every song, eyes locked, every word for me. Last summer he was my everything. Lustlove. Cause & effect, I let you affect me.
This summer, this summer....oppourtunity.
* * * * *
10 in the AM, watching burgundy run down the drain.
Due to my recent need for a second job, I was forced to say farewell to my pink hair this morning. R.I.P. or something I guess. My hair is also falling out incase anyone was wondering, gee I cant imagine why that would be. I have also decided I am never going to brush my hair again, we'll see how that goes.
I love the smell of hair dye, & I also love Bright Eyes. Good o'll Conor has lulled me to sleep for the past 3 nights. Never fails.
I can't promise you a happy ending & because of your beliefs, your way of "life", Im not sure I understand what the point of this is then.
I love being able to relate to someone on a completely different level than everybody else. Set apart from the rest. I love my best friend because he makes everything ok, as ridiculous as that may sound to some. I do not care what your opinion on this situation is, at all.
Anyone going to Lollapolloza, please someone, anyone, get me a Blonde Redhead shirt?
Just in case, anyone was wondering, Whitesnake is playing summerfest & Im prettttty fucking stoked about that thank you very much. Drunk dancing on table tops, who can resist that? Lets be serious.I promise not to black out, puke on myself, & almost die this year.
I'm going on a vodka & cigarette diet, we'll also see how that goes. Besides the lung cancer,ripped up insides & bloody throat, it'll probablly go pretty well.
Yes, I do drink. No, I do not depend on alcohol for happiness.I drink because I like too, not because I need too. No, I dont care if you dont drink, but DO NOT force your beliefs on me. Please & Thank You.
I want to drink down by the rocks tonight. Hmmm.
I was called a slut today. I'm pretty ok with my decisions in that area thus far, & Im pretty positive, I dont care that you are not. Ill let you know when im interested in your opinion though, I promise. Jealousy isnt pretty on you, sweetheart :)
Lots of stuff is happening this month. Oi.
Pridefest. ( SOMEONE GO WITH ME. NOW) Alkaline Trio & Rufio. Summerfest. Etc etc etc.