Here's to the nights we felt slightly alive.

[drowningdesire]

It takes time, patience, some sweat and blood. But who really wants to do that. I'm so sick of this he said she siad, they liked, he did that bullshit. It's taking up to much of my time, and it's starting to crawl underneith my skin, pissing me off. I did nothing wrong, he brought it on himself, he ask, he recieved, I as usual get shut out. My time, my patience, has been spent on this same exact thing many times before and I dare not let a drop of sweat or blood twist itself with the matter. That would require energy, that would require me getting upset about it when I know what is going to happen, how it is going to unfold, and I will sit here being the only one looking at it with a piece of my heart in my hand. I think I've started a beautiful collection with it. yay, its all peaches, dad's fuck ass anyway.

Sidenote: My tattoos fucking rock, your mom said hi, and my hair is going all back for job.