BRASS KNUCKLES
i fill up journals, quickly. I feel, constantly. that's not entirely true, but huntie wrote that sentence once & i like it. at least I'd like to think I don't feel always, that I could get away from the selfishness of feelings & maybe just perpetually think, so the truth would be unclouded. I don't know why I tie so much of myself to others, so when they float I breathe easy and when they sink the water pours into my mouth. it's retarded. measure yourself accordingly, not against outside sources. the thing is, I've been really happy & decided once and for all to go for it, to stop second-guessing and self-putting down when it comes to relationships (heyyyy) but as in all great ironic twists: i dragged my feet too long. you found better places. I'm stuck between this new-found idea that it's all going to be set in motion & realizing that (maybe?) it's too late. It's annoying when I shut down around you because my brain's wrapping around these thoughts- i'm still jumpy & silly with everyone else. I'm looking up because I broke through the shell, though. I don't really feel like it's the ENDOFTHEWORRLD (a heh), or, necessarily, the end of what could develop out of this. but ehh uhhh maybe i should step up thuh pace aye
he was a sucker for your double dose
motherfucker turned white as a ghost
he was a sucker for your double dose
motherfucker turned white as a ghost