clarity. nope. closure is what I'm lookin' for.

[hatecityhero]

.........................

-do you just not like me anymore?
*No...that's not it.
-then what the fuck is it?
*It's me...it's not you....

............................

Sorry.
That dialog was just playing over and over in my brains movie box. Sold out show. Maybe it's from the wake and bake me, Mr. White and Mr. Barton recently partook in. The focus, anyways. Those words play oh so clear in my oh so not transparent brain.
And you are still present, sometimes.
Sitting at the helm of my existence. Testing my boundaries of what is real, what I want to be real, and what you want to be real, what they want to be real.
Fake.
And I still feel that sick in my stomach everyday. The same one I spoke briefly of in prior entries.
Maybe if you stop, it will to.
Maybe if I stop.

Hey, now, it's the fucking summmmmmmer. What do I have to be bummed about? Ain't shit? True.

So, who's gunna be my summer love this year? I can't wait to see the pill they prescribe for this one.

Scratch that.

I'm all yours.
All of you.
All this and more

Throw your fucking panties at me.

-always-
fortune