November 2011
Confession number one
I am a hopeless romantic that is afraid to love. I end up with the wrong women and I push the amazing ones away.
October 2011
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The Want
I want to run through empty streets at night, and breath in the cool air.
I want a full moon to chase me pass stop signs, up avenues, and around corners.
I want to find myself lost in a residential housing neighborhood.
I want to collapse on a strangers front yard.
I want to roll in the grass and cover myself in its moist dew.
I want to lay on my back and stare up at the moon.
I want...
Bad and Good
THE BAD… So, I remember why I don’t like to drink. When you check your phone in the morning and see what you sent. It makes your hang over that much more worse. Nothing ever seems to go right when I am drinking. I hardly ever drink anymore, so I think I am going to give it up all together. THE GOOD… I broke out of my little depression spell! Oh happy days. I hope it wasn’t...
Well...
Fuck!!!! Fuck!!! Fuck!!! Fuck!!! Fuck!!!
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I don't really
I don’t really enjoy drinking, but I need something to get rid of this headache. Here’s to drinking by yourself at a bar before 5. Yay!!!.