xolittlehell

If you've read any of my blog posts, you can tell I've been longingly wishing someone I care for would reciprocate my feelings. I think I'm over it. It feels stale and disenchanting now. The realization someone you would die for could not give a fuck if you lived to see another day really can just leave the taste of shit in your mouth. Time for a palette cleanser. It feels like breathing fresh air on a spring day. The suns going to be out this weekend, and he will not be on my mind. Another freedom obtained by simply allowing myself a healthy amount of distance.

A revelation.

I'm going to LA in June. I want to drive out to the desert and get fucked. I will be damned.