Monthly Archives: July 2010
everything is a version of something else
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you don’t have the guts to let him hate you
I wasted this entire week feeling sad and alone. I stayed inside, mulled around the house, drank too much, skipped the gym. The only productive thing I did all week was make a brief visit to the doctor to be
you don’t have the guts to let him hate you
I wasted this entire week feeling sad and alone. I stayed inside, mulled around the house, drank too much, skipped the gym. The only productive thing I did all week was make a brief visit to the doctor to be
you didn’t say anything worth mentioning
And the phone isn’t ringing. asofterworld.com There’s a truth in there somewhere.
you didn’t say anything worth mentioning
And the phone isn’t ringing. asofterworld.com There’s a truth in there somewhere.
from another place
That I post things: “twenty questions. something i am. something you aren’t. something i thought i needed, but i don’t. animal, vegetable, or mineral? animal. is it in this room? no. has it ever been in this room? yes. is
from another place
That I post things: “twenty questions. something i am. something you aren’t. something i thought i needed, but i don’t. animal, vegetable, or mineral? animal. is it in this room? no. has it ever been in this room? yes. is
dark days
Why do I always feel like an asshole when I write about exactly how I feel? Like I’m not supposed to, like it’s wrong for me to be pissed off at asshole people. Like I should just sit quiet and
dark days
Why do I always feel like an asshole when I write about exactly how I feel? Like I’m not supposed to, like it’s wrong for me to be pissed off at asshole people. Like I should just sit quiet and
you can either choose to be somebody’s patsy or…
I’ve got a lot brewing in this mind of mine, most of which revolves around the slowburn realization that being a fool gets old. I’m on the fence about whether I put myself out there too much or too little.
you can either choose to be somebody’s patsy or…
I’ve got a lot brewing in this mind of mine, most of which revolves around the slowburn realization that being a fool gets old. I’m on the fence about whether I put myself out there too much or too little.
in your atmosphere
I’ve got a broken heart today. A broken heart and one hell of a hangover. Life? Stop stomping me to the ground? Kay, thanks.
in your atmosphere
I’ve got a broken heart today. A broken heart and one hell of a hangover. Life? Stop stomping me to the ground? Kay, thanks.