what a horror story. [love]
so yea. i really need a place to live. cuz i need to get away from my sister. i'll live in my fucking truck if i have to. all i need is a place to shower every other day. now a job. i hope this apple bees works out. if not. client logic whats up.
i want to say i love you. to someone and really really mean it. and then have that person kiss me. and say i love you too. then we goto sleep. spoon.
blah, i'm such a fucking hopeless romantic.
maybe i'm just hopeless.
i remember.
stuff.
the stuff i remember when i'm drunk is amazing. i always have really good fun when i'm drunk. its the after math that pisses everyone off. i shouldn't talk any more. wheres my fucking remote... ok found it.
messy room.
dog shit.
bruises and dislocations.
coheed and cambria, and rocky votolato.
greger samsa.
eighteen visions, and my dance partner.
mosh partner.
mickeys, coronas, tequila, cigarettes that never last long enough.
complicated questions that i dont' think i'll ever have a real answer to.
I Shot Andy Worhal.
hand and shadow people.
3 HOURS AT THE FUCKING FRONTIER.
saving that dumb fucks life.
knowing that you would do the same for me.
talking till we have to go "day-day."
pillow talk night after night after night.
never an akward silence.
maybe thats not enough. but i told you that its a complicated question. maybe i should have just kissed you that night. but i know why i didn't. I AM SO TERRIFIED OF HURTING YOU. not you hurting me. i want you to be happy. no matter what.
moment of clairity: it ended for a reason.
some times i think i could cry about it. but i never am that far gone, nor that drunk.
i want to say i love you. to someone and really really mean it. and then have that person kiss me. and say i love you too. then we goto sleep. spoon.
blah, i'm such a fucking hopeless romantic.
maybe i'm just hopeless.
i remember.
stuff.
the stuff i remember when i'm drunk is amazing. i always have really good fun when i'm drunk. its the after math that pisses everyone off. i shouldn't talk any more. wheres my fucking remote... ok found it.
messy room.
dog shit.
bruises and dislocations.
coheed and cambria, and rocky votolato.
greger samsa.
eighteen visions, and my dance partner.
mosh partner.
mickeys, coronas, tequila, cigarettes that never last long enough.
complicated questions that i dont' think i'll ever have a real answer to.
I Shot Andy Worhal.
hand and shadow people.
3 HOURS AT THE FUCKING FRONTIER.
saving that dumb fucks life.
knowing that you would do the same for me.
talking till we have to go "day-day."
pillow talk night after night after night.
never an akward silence.
maybe thats not enough. but i told you that its a complicated question. maybe i should have just kissed you that night. but i know why i didn't. I AM SO TERRIFIED OF HURTING YOU. not you hurting me. i want you to be happy. no matter what.
moment of clairity: it ended for a reason.
some times i think i could cry about it. but i never am that far gone, nor that drunk.