bar are rediculous...

[fruit_danish]

accept for seeing you, very cute and very smart polish boy who spent 3 yesr in europe and is now comprehensible.

fuck.

the beast friend...persists on wanting another drink while i repetitively say fuck.
i hate sex. i hate alcohol. i hate the boys that make me want them--that make we want to be accepted by them---i hate you tonight, briana. and im not all that drunk.

i hate people. we make no sense. and i love you. i so badly want to love. and i like you--polish boy that in high school we made a lot of eye contact but never understood each other.
apparently you did a lot of drugs.

i cant sleep. briana is an idiot. i cant go to sleep, and dont live in guelph anymore.
if only i could catch a bus back to waterloo.
if only i had the money for a late night, long cab ride.
i'm afraid i've lost my best friend, who is turning out to be a slut.
correct me on my badmouthing, if you wish. this is just how i feel.
does everyone always feel that they're right? because i do. i do in my confusion. in my louf typing on a foreign keyboard while annebriated.
after sprawling out on your sidewalk and letting tears fall onto the dull insensitive cement. like you.
i type this on your keyboard.
it somehow seems unfair.