Love. I thought tonight about how I sometimes just want to sleep alone. I prefer it, or so I thought. But tonight I am alone. And all I want is for her to be next to me. But she's with 500,000 hippies.
I feel like how maybe I think my ex-girlfriends might have felt. The ones who got so emotional and shit when everything went sour. Even when they pretended not to be fucked up about it. In all those cases, I just let go.
But now I feel almost...vulnerable.
That's a new one for me. My heart don't get broke.
We saw CLUTCH! together last night. Up close. Throwin' elbows and shit.
I told her I'm going to fold her ass up and put her in my suitcase when I leave.
This is altogether new for me. Like maybe there is someone more important than me out there. And I'm sorry to everyone I screwed over in my attempts to try to figure out what it would feel like to lose myself completely in someone else. If anything, you ladies have certainly informed my choices as a writer. But I guess that's still going toward some selfish cause.
And I'm sorry to anyone who reads this. Because this is just me menstruating all over the Internet. My bad for mucking up your day with some bullshit that I should just keep between myself and the perfect woman.
I just can't think of anything else to write about right now.
And I've moved all of this. Sober now.
I feel like how maybe I think my ex-girlfriends might have felt. The ones who got so emotional and shit when everything went sour. Even when they pretended not to be fucked up about it. In all those cases, I just let go.
But now I feel almost...vulnerable.
That's a new one for me. My heart don't get broke.
We saw CLUTCH! together last night. Up close. Throwin' elbows and shit.
I told her I'm going to fold her ass up and put her in my suitcase when I leave.
This is altogether new for me. Like maybe there is someone more important than me out there. And I'm sorry to everyone I screwed over in my attempts to try to figure out what it would feel like to lose myself completely in someone else. If anything, you ladies have certainly informed my choices as a writer. But I guess that's still going toward some selfish cause.
And I'm sorry to anyone who reads this. Because this is just me menstruating all over the Internet. My bad for mucking up your day with some bullshit that I should just keep between myself and the perfect woman.
I just can't think of anything else to write about right now.
And I've moved all of this. Sober now.