my life at home sucks. so again i hit the road. i cant wait to be 1000 miles from everyone, sleep deprived, worn out, smelly, irritable, and happy.
pretty fucking accurate
Everyone I ever loved Went down in history… The blue eyes came The brown eyes left… And the rest is misery Dreams are trash On the side of the road All starry eyed - tongue all tied There’s something you should know I could have died with you And Boston is the reason I’m feeling so blue - damn you City lights and colder nights I’m innocent (minus the fights) Praying...
goodbye for a lifetime?
do you ever wonder what i feel? do you ever take the time to think about how your actions directly effect me negatively? do you ever wonder not answering my calls, texts or messages, makes me think? do you ever wonder what it is to have the person you love more than anything completely become a ghost to you. do you sit awake at night staring at the ceiling, wondering where i am? what im...
my life turned upside down
i sold my soul to the open road. i live my life alone. last night i found out i was not able to be balanced by my girlfriend. so i got the boot, so she could get her life in order, and come back to me. AMAZING.(sarcasm)
i hate when people downplay shit. downplay what they do, where they go. i hate it. it makes me resent you and lose trust
at times its very difficult to have a girlfriend that drinks.
anytime i think im fucked up
i run across things that make me feel normal http://www.efukt.com/20786_Endless_Orgasm_Causes_Brain_Damage.html
ok when you want a boy to call you. and he calls. and you have to go to the store so you tell him to call you back. then he calls you back. and you need to walk your dog. and get off the phone again. do expect me to get fucking pist for wasting my time. yes im going to be upset.
walk up my back. please and thank you
to explain, how i feel, intermittently, would be a challenge. I’m on the outside, one thing, and another when i reflect. its odd. the cacophony of my life seems to blur my intentions, and the words i speak. i often find myself with no words. rather than attempt a mediocre expression of me, i just shut the fuck up. i dont really understand what is happening here. it is growing up? is it...
a little story
as the fog rolls in, they find themselves at a flat out run. pushing branches out of the way in a panic set fashion, still holding hands. still holding hands. they werent wrong, even though someone feels differently. shes wronged him, yet he still holds her hand. as they try to escape a life that went bad years ago. and as the trees swayed and cleared the way, they found they were...