stick in my crib like glue.
its what i do, this is nothing new.
...its just another night alone.
i spend another night alone.
i try not to think of how nothing in this world, truly lasts.
white shirts are never as white as the day that you bought them. no matter how much bleach you use to clean them.
dirty dishes stack up, eventually creating dish mountains in my sink. regardless that i rarely eat dinner at home. or that i take care in trying to do them before they take over my entire kitchen...
new flames quickly turn into "just friends", yet slowly burns out into just familiar faces. despite the fact that i tend to try and soak them in lighter fluid, just to watch them burn out more quickly...
that butterfly feeling you get when you finally get that first kiss, slowly becomes monotonous. does that feeling ever stick?
im sick of feeling like im going through life with my eyes half closed.
im glad he calls her "new girl" too. i dont think she deserves a name yet either. prove yourself. for once, please... give me a competitor worthy of me.
waking up and dreading how to get to work seems like a daily occurrence lately. waitressing minimum wage isn't exactly worthy of an anxiety attack. i just have to remember to breath.
good thing i take pain and find pleasure cause
you make me shed a tear.i dont even want to think of what i was doing last year.
june 21st is approaching fairly quickly. fuck. good thing i finally woke up from that trance...
thinking of how long i was weak; i cant believe how long i lasted.
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