gravity plays secrets.

the dresden dolls always says exactly what i mean.
i miss rememory.
fuck this shit.
things will get better.
instead of focusing on the real issue i focus on the fringes.
it's right there.
i want him so bad it hurts.
i'm touch starved.

you fucking love that it's a secret. oh, as if i don't. we need the festish for our game to exist.

i miss la. i miss the fucking 101. it's not fucking la that i miss. i just miss being anonymous. pefectly alone. on the fucking freeway in a car. so i can cry when i want to. i can scream the lyrics of the cd. i can not have a clue where i am, yet one man, who knows exactly what it is. finds me in my time of need, and gives all the love he can give. (even if it's not much.)

i used to want to be a writer. why did i stop?

*coin operated boy*


we've got so many life experieces.
it keeps on going.
i want an adult.
i want an adult i can trust.
i want to date a fucking adult.

communication?
eye contact.
fucking love. (?)
fucking anything?

fuck fuck fuck fuck everything.

i am graduating in 2 weeks. what the fuck.
i'm 25. i should know how to look out for myself by now.

yeah, i stole the radio.

take it.

this is over.