I want someone so badly that is so hot and cold.  So badly.

I feel guilty because this is highly inappropriate.

We drank bottled water together and talked business, 
I think I played the right moves. You were looking over 
my shoulder , as I went through the motions of another 
night. And it is was alright, because I thought I knew 
who everybody was just by looking at them. My heart 
is anywhere but here and how tired I was from the 
past couple of weeks, from ( Read more... )

I do not want to go to work.
I do not want to go to work.
I do not want to go to work.
I do not want to go to work.
I do not want to go to work.
I do not want to go to work.
I do not want to go to work.

 the joy in forgetting/the joy in acceptance.

 I completely lost myself for a while.  I lost who I was and everything I owned ( Read more... )

I'm going to try to be productive. I have to start drawing and painting more. I have more free time on my hands, so I don't see any problems.

I've been busy like whoa these past few weeks, mostly petty stuff. Things really not worth writing about.

Rick James is dead ( Read more... )

Today I can't forget that I've got these open wounds. It's such a drag. I can't forget you've gone. My ribs have parted ways... They said, "We're not going to protect this heart you have." Oh no, what can I do? My lungs are breathing open air and my spleen is dripping from my pants. You've left me here in the cold, and I miss you. You never told me ( Read more... )

Something about the air today doesn't make it feel right. It's crashing into my lungs, making a numb feeling pump through my veins and into my organs, leaving me feeling broken.