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i got proven horribly wrong tonight but it felt good that i wasn't uncovering some terrible lie that i always feel like i'm so close to exposing. i'm trying to trust him but nothing makes sense and everything always seems so shady to me. the things he does seem like what i do when i lie to my parents, not because i know they won't know but because i know they can't PROVE it, and that's just the same to me.
i met these two positively beautiful people tonight and i felt way too hideous to even be breathing the same air as them. i couldn't really even say anything.
tell me why there's a late night show on comedy central that shows uncensored movies and shows. i was watching this movie for a long time and i couldn't figure out was weird about it until i realized they were saying fuck every other word and no beeps or gaps in sound. it's about damn time.
and while you're at it, tell me why there was a double shooting up my street....in suburbia. my parents were horrified and locked the doors and forbid me from going outside. because the shooters were really on the hunt for us...
i'm trying to decide if all the inopportune and stupid shit that happens to me is because i just downright cause it or because that's just the way everything is. either option is rather depressing.
i wish i could trust you enough to not worry about what you're doing right now. but you told me you'd be good and i've been good all night. i might as well not fuck it up now. i love you, stupid.
i met these two positively beautiful people tonight and i felt way too hideous to even be breathing the same air as them. i couldn't really even say anything.
tell me why there's a late night show on comedy central that shows uncensored movies and shows. i was watching this movie for a long time and i couldn't figure out was weird about it until i realized they were saying fuck every other word and no beeps or gaps in sound. it's about damn time.
and while you're at it, tell me why there was a double shooting up my street....in suburbia. my parents were horrified and locked the doors and forbid me from going outside. because the shooters were really on the hunt for us...
i'm trying to decide if all the inopportune and stupid shit that happens to me is because i just downright cause it or because that's just the way everything is. either option is rather depressing.
i wish i could trust you enough to not worry about what you're doing right now. but you told me you'd be good and i've been good all night. i might as well not fuck it up now. i love you, stupid.