daisuki

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?"