nimbusfool

Why can't we just talk about this? Nothing, Nothing fucks with me more than an issue unresolved- especially an issue of the heart!!! I'm sitting here and why can't we just work this out. I hate this either or bullshit! "Take this life I'm right here, Stay a while and breathe me in" (in flames song I'm listening to). Either tell me to go rot in fucking hell or tell me that we can work this out, silence is not fucking golden- its two cent paper wrap on fucking rust covered bullshit. SPEAK!!!

"Come on vivian put your glasses on" (nerf herder). I don't think this vodka is going to help but I'm going to drink it then I'm going to go down to the store and get beer. Then I am going to drink till I can't think. I wish I could just ignore what I was feeling and the people that make me feel it. IT WOULD BE SO MUCH EASIER. I just need kinky sex, that would make me feel better. I have handcuffs.

On top of all this bullshit this really cool dude who's hella good friends with my roommates got murdered the other day. What the fuck. I hate this town, thats five murders in six months in a town where you pretty much have met everyone at least once if you go out.

I love you, in my own twisted fucked up way. I wish I hadn't given up smoking and cutting. Guess I'll just drink. Well, off to the bar. It will be royal.