bosstyn

Duct tape tastes like mottled gum at three a.m. Im sure that's what you were thinking. Looking up at my face, slowly chanting broken "I love you's" Im sure this is the last place you thought you would wind up. But still, here we are. I hate you, I hate that you don't see that. I told you that I would hate you that first night when we met Dana at the bar. You laughed and fucked me later. I never call you back. Tonight when the random girl walked up and kissed me it made you mad. That's the reason I don't have a girl friend. For nights like that. But still, you took me home and let me fuck you. When I untied you, all I saw was ni

i know you will never see the things i write  about you. you dont know me, not like you think you did,  you were just  the catalyst to something  unique and disturbing. all you will know of me is a gentle curl of breeze as i curse you from miles away. "traitor"................."villan"..............."whore". i hope my pain long past, finds its lost way to your home, i hope it lingers the way it did on my walls for so long. a passionate remider to something lost long before it went away.

holy crap im tired. four papers in three days, full time work, and im sick (kinda, its a head thing) but on the pre-recovery note......its party night. evryone will be there. il drink a few and say some really smart things.  ill talk to girls, they always think im pretty.  they like black hair, they like a sloghing dissposition while still  showing confidene. well talk, ill stand pretty. theyll laugh and ill wonder what im doing. why am i talking to this girl about the last episode of the O.C. as if i had watched it at some point.  Shell tell me she likes money and prety clothes. How she named her dog tinkle and how hes so cute, all of his fu