i got a black eye tonight. talking heads was on the stereo. sugar on my tongue. i saw stars, but only for a second. what a fucking waste. i went to the ocean tuesday at 3 a.m. after too many whiskey sours. we stopped to look at stars so many times they started not to matter. i cried the whole way back for reasons i can't remember. missing los angeles. missing my mother. missing being able to forget. so much fucking drama i make myself sick.
"when you gonna realize, it was just that the time was wrong?"
"when you gonna realize, it was just that the time was wrong?"
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disappearhere:
Um....OK.
frankie18:
then move back. theres always time for second chances. for clean slates. for fixing all the things you screwed up. for finding yourself and where you belong