I’d rather be surrounded by good people; even if it means I’ll never have friends.
I mean, all I want to do is have sex and do drugs.
They say nothing lasts, and I agree completely. You hold onto the moments worth remembering, and when everything slips; let go. Life runs it’s course, and people come and go. Nothing lasts because life itself doesn’t last, it’s just how things work. Like clockwork. It’s foolish to think otherwise.
I’m not too much. You’re just fucking boring.
Who am I to think you’d take me as I am? The norm of lies is my enemy. Let’s just say I’m not afraid to let my true colors seep through quickly. It makes this whole process much faster though, if I do say so myself. I lie, I manipulate, I’m pathetic, I’m cruel. The difference between you and I is that I know it, and I’m not ashamed of it. I don’t know the...
You’re no where to be found, and I still think about your fucking smile. I still think about everything. And what are you thinking about? Possibly how cooked you want your grilled cheese sandwich, and knowing you, you like it very cooked.
Why the FUCK am I sober.
It’s getting easier to get by, knowing that nothing is consistent.
“They used to tank cod from Alaska all the way to China. They’d keep them in vats in the ship. By the time the codfish reached China, the flesh was mush and tasteless. So this guy came up with the idea that if you put these cods in these big vats, put some catfish in with them and the catfish will keep the cod agile. And there are those people who are catfish in life. And they keep you...
I cant feel it unless it’s real. Unless you’re completely raw, and exposed, and ready for my teeth to sink in.