I think commas are a metaphore for my life, Indecision
This library and I have a love hate relationship, symbiotic/parasitic all in one. I hate it mostly. Its small, one room the size of my own, and has the worst collection of books. But still every day I walk down the road, headphones blaring, behind the buildings, in my world, all the way down here, and soak up the net for an hour. I’m addicted you know?
I get nervous when trucks drive by. They used to throw bottles at me, or jump out and beat me with things. Now it’s cool to be like me. I think I’m supposed to be vehemently opposed to this, but I’m rather enjoying it. I guess I’m a sellout or something.
My heart is such a fucking Masochist. It wants to travel the world, Australia mostly.
Yesterday I went swimming again with Missy, and Root beer. I always make him come because I’m not aloud to get with Missy, Bryant can’t seem to get over her and what not. You know how it is.
We drove around in Root beers car for awhile, me and Missy in the back. She’s pretty and she knows it, a little promiscuous I think. The back seat is big, and she says “You can scoot over and sit next to me if you want.”
I do, but awkwardly. I do everything awkwardly.
Flirting comes naturally, like lying.
But still……..
I get nervous when trucks drive by. They used to throw bottles at me, or jump out and beat me with things. Now it’s cool to be like me. I think I’m supposed to be vehemently opposed to this, but I’m rather enjoying it. I guess I’m a sellout or something.
My heart is such a fucking Masochist. It wants to travel the world, Australia mostly.
Yesterday I went swimming again with Missy, and Root beer. I always make him come because I’m not aloud to get with Missy, Bryant can’t seem to get over her and what not. You know how it is.
We drove around in Root beers car for awhile, me and Missy in the back. She’s pretty and she knows it, a little promiscuous I think. The back seat is big, and she says “You can scoot over and sit next to me if you want.”
I do, but awkwardly. I do everything awkwardly.
Flirting comes naturally, like lying.
But still……..