Dec 20, 2005 18:10
it's been so long, too long.
good, god new years is coming. and christmas.
if it was up to me, i would have figured you out way before the year clocked out.
i hope you're waiting.
i should stop waiting.
honestly, when i think about it i almost hate what prozac has done for me as much as i love it. thinner, yes, safer, yes, happier, yes - but not as passionate. i don't write as much anymore, my thoughts wander more, and i can't come up with the will to enter into a relationship with anyone.
i don't know what killed my self esteem long ago, but i wish i had it now, confidence is hot and i don't have it. therefore, i'm going to have to find someone forward enough to pull me out.
exterior - maybe a five.
interior - i'm a fucking twelve: wild, inventive, and honestly - kind of rough.
if i had been wearing my sober goggles, or maybe if she hadn't stirred, you would have seen what i really could do.
it really is the hottest drug. it is. that's the explanation for the look you saw on my face. i'd just wiped my nose and walked out of the bathroom and you stroll through the door. shock. flashback.
i was swimming.
fake ids are an awesome xmas present.