To Be Quite Fucking Honest With You

[tequilalilo]

i don't have any friends. I never had more that three at a time. All the while, one of the three is always mistrating me.

I wish i had something hard to say, my thoughts are hard to think.

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Mmmm..real damn bad.

I don't want to be the "T" word. But i think the greatest letdown to us all is that i really am, and wit is nothing stacked up to it.

i'm so bad.

I brush my teeth in the front yard sometimes on Saturday mornings, is that redneck?

Don't let it go away/this feeling has got to stay/ don't let it go away/this feeling has got to stay/and i can't believe i've had this chance now/New.

I just want to start the fire. light my candle and all that jazz.

friendless.

How did you people put up with me, i was a fucking terror.

I miss them. Way more than i should, and now that my head on them, i can't forget. Your body will like it more than your mind. But you'll yearn for it.

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I miss you. Way more than i should.