Mar 16, 2006 18:33
charleston is sort of a cess-pool of friends with knives raised to stab into backs of other friends, vicious gossip meant only to harm and liquor. im not typically opposed to these sorts of activities, but when they become detrimental to my mental health, i tend to take issue.
officially, i have my armor up.
my heart finds itself on both sides of the line
so i'd kiss you and kill you at the same time.
i have been needing something bigger that doesn't cause me to have dreams of being forced back to california where paintings of my friends lead to me losing sleep and tearing up. i need something angry with a purpose and speaking vulgar french. i need my mom or some other that gives a shit.
i guess happy hour will close this wound.
god, i sound lame, but it's all i've got at this point.
.barracuda.