up

i vomitted last night. i was thinking about you.

(or, was that a dream of me vomitting, thinking of you?) no matter. i vomit either way, just a little, everytime i see you. punk

.....

of course you werent him. Youre too much of a douchebag. I cringe everytime I have to face you. I shrivel in angst everytime I know we must speak for some miscellaneous reason or another, listening to the tirade of apathy that will inevitably spill forth. You are unthoughtful and unkind and think very little about anything you do or say. your behaviour is disgraceful, embarrassing. you should be ashamed. I am ashamed for you.

no soup for you.

douche

i doubt it

too many days, you say
too much shit on the brain, i say.

ive gotten no holidays. Ive given up time for camping and 'ginia and family parties and all of the other miscellaneous crap along the way. Coming earlier, coming later.

just give me this. why do you have to make everything so
fucking
dramatic
and hard
??

just give it the fuck up. find whatever it is inside of yourself that lets you put him first.

found it?

hold on to it.

hold tight

and let go.