Sometimes things just don't work out. That's all there is to it. No explanations and no regrets.

"You can't swim in the middle of the fucking lake forever."
-Derek Vickery on possible ways to kill himself.

Sitting here at this computer stand, I'm almost appalled that three of my friends would sit on the bed next to me, doing sexual things with each other, and not even consider that there's another person in the room ( Read more... )

Yesterday I cried.
Today I didn't care.

But tomorrow, when you're really gone, it's gonna hit me again. I just know it.

"I've been pushing it down, pretending it doesn't exist."

"There's something I can't quite explain. I'm so in love with you. And if I've said it a hundred times before, expect a thousand more. So expect me to be calling you to see if you're okay when I'm not around. Asking "if you love me." I love the way you make it sound. Calling you to see, do I try to hard to make you smile? To make us smile ( Read more... )

I sat there listening to you two fucking in the shower last night. Sure, I was a little jealous. I would have loved to have joined and been a part of all the things you were planning. You wanted me to be. But I just couldn't bring myself to get past all of the mean, nasty, almost unnecessary things you said to me that night. And I was instantly ( Read more... )

Well, let's see here, Diary. I can't really remember much of yesterday because I was so high. Or maybe it was because I had such a raging hard on, that it blocked my vision all day. And I was unable to see or speak or move, because I'm just so massive ( Read more... )

WHEN I THINK ABOUT YOU, I TOUCH MYSELF.

Dear Bill Sparks,

You've ruined Rocket Man for me. Forever. I hate you.

Sincerely,
Hi.