but i'm just so tired of days that feel like they're night.

overheated hotel hallways converge in my memories and futures past, places that i'm going, places that you haven't been. because i had everything so backwards and so fucked up and all i ever said was that i was wrong and that this was wrong and i kept on running out of oxygen when you kept saying breathe. and i'm still choking and wondering what i' ( Read more... )

this is not where i meant to be; not at all. you and i are further apart than the light years of the galaxy. i can see the stars, the light that has not existed for thousands of years and think of it as real. i can think of you only in vague distorted ways. i can think of myself not at all, if only to wince ( Read more... )

it's february. exactly four weeks to turn things around. no more cracker dust, no more sleepless nights and headache heartaches as you wake up closer to pm than am. it's time to clear a few things up and for more than a few bad habits to be waved out the door. sorry you couldn't stay. like they said, she's retarded and cold hearted.

"you're in, and we couldn't be happier about it. now tell your friends. if you don't have friends, that's okay too, we'll be your friends... unless you don't want friends, in which case we'll gladly respect your need for space."

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