Nov 30, 2005 09:34
18 years, 18 years, and after 18 years he found out it wasnt his. all i really want is pot. and some friends from charleston would be nice. i have a lot of options in life. but what the fuck to choose. i have a lot of places i can live for free; here, my mothers place, my older borhters place in NJ. getting an apt here with friends from home, moving to cincinatti with divine and working at his store, or fucking puttinga bullet in my head. thats how it is. someone passed me the torch and im runnning with it, but the problem is i cant see who the fuck imsupposed to pass it to. or even where that is. woah, blurry.
i miss anson alot. i miss so many people. ive collected such an amaszing enterage of friends from around the world, and it just kills me to not be with them all the time. i catch myself thinking about how i felt as a little kid, playing with my younger brother, and how i cant belive he will be 21 this march.
so im still with mouse. we are "not dating" each other. its weir dbut working out well. i havent hooked up with anyone in NY yet. can you belive it. i almost even cant. i may have hooked up with people other places, but here, they are not my friends. i dont fuck around with strangers. every kiss is given with deserved intention.
i have so much to say, i couldn't possibly write it all down.
i miss you.