-When I drink, I drink to get drunk ( Read more... )

I am bored and feeling less human than normal ( Read more... )

I miss you.

Thought I would have nutted up and gotten over this by now, but I still think about you every day.

I just want to talk to you. Smoke with you. Go for one more car ride with you.
I hope you're somewhere good. Somewhere that makes you happy.
I miss you so much, and the feeling won't go away.

Its so much easier to be articulate on this thing when I'm a whining, bitching, mass of self pity and spite. So I find it more amusing to let other people bitch themselves into feeling intelligent and actually making good comment of the shit that hasn't gone wrong yet ( Read more... )

Ok, so enough emo shit ( Read more... )

She took a long drag of her cigarette and exhaled heavily. The smoke was thick as it swirled around in front of her. There was no breeze and the air danced with the grey cloud of lace. Her head felt heavy. Her eyes felt heavy. Her chest ached and her vocal cords were coated in dust.

“I really miss you.” She sighed under her breath.

The leaves were ( Read more... )

I would like to sit here and break the norm by not complaining like a little bitch for an entire entry, but I'm sitting in the library basement at 10 in the morning with nothing to do but wonder around, smoke, and loathe the prototypical clones whose phones keep going off and playing FUCKING MILEY CIRUS ( Read more... )

I opened my eyes and saw that I was no longer on the road. I relaxed and everything went white for a moment before stopping rather abruptly deep in a ditch. Air bag bruised up my face. Seat belt took care of my chest. Fuck.

My car is totaled. Cops really weren't happy with what they found in my car. I'm even less happy with what they found in my ( Read more... )

He kissed her neck softly and she could feel the nerves in her back flared like the cherry of cigarette. Her eyes quickly met his and she gave him a questioning look, half of surprise, half of suspicion. A sly smirk slowly spilled itself across his face and his hands moved closer to the three little pieces of metal fixed in the middle of her back. ( Read more... )

I've had a Bob Segar song stuck in my head for the past three days ( Read more... )