| i almost cried as i wrote this. please enjoy. |


hope and dreams and wisheswhen you were drunk out of your mind, and reaching for another bottle, i was there. i took the vodka out of your hand and poured the cheap shit down the drain in your small kitchen. you tried to crack open a beer can, but your hands were shaking too much. you went over to the sink and when you realized what i'd done, you were furious with me, screaming and threatening to tear the walls down. i kissed your angry mouth when you were done shouting expletives. you tasted like yesterday, but i could feel the hopes for tomorrow banging on your teeth, trying to get out. when you knelt in front of the toilet bowl like a man praying for his lifehope and dreams and wishes


menthols on the floor12.48 AM - you exhale, looking oh-so-cool as the smoke wafts upwards and frames your face. again, you bring the menthol to your lips and suck on it, the lit end sparking up once more as you gaze out of the window. i'm sitting on the bed, watching you, wishing i could be as cool as you.menthols on the floor
02. 59 AM - you've finished the entire pack of menthols and finally move away from the window, which is covered in your fingerprints and dna. i'm lying on the bed, eyes sleepily blinking and blinking and blinking, waiting for you to join me.
06.11 AM - it is morning and i wake up. i see that i am on the floor, surrounded by your


the biology of your liesi now understand that people lie, and that promises are broken as quickly as they are made. thank you for showing me that, because now i know that i cannot trust you.the biology of your lies
thank you for shoving your fakeness down my throat. i can feel your act in my throat, your two-facedness in my oesophagus and your arrogance in my stomach. your untruths roll around in my intestines, and all of the things you did wrong are now crawling around near my bladder.
one day i will get rid of them all and give it back to you, really. that is the day when you will kiss my as


psychological babbleI sit down with the shrink, who wears horn-rimmed glasses and keeps her hair up with two pencils and haphazardly placed paper clips. She smiles, and I sigh. She clears her throat, and I sigh. She shifts in her seat, and I sigh.psychological babble
I don't know what to tell her. I don't need any of this "child of divorce" crap. Just because my parents are no longer married does not have anything to do with my subconscious. I know I have issues, though.
It is impossible for me to speak my mind and express how I feel. I have no backbone, no gall, no nerve. One wonders as to how I am even alive. For some reason, I am
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I wana
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"I'll teach you to ride the winds back, and away we go!"
-- Peter Pan
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was thinking of you, so i thought i'd drop you a line.
LINEDROPPED.
<3
imy. x
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» i don't know how much time has passed, but oh god- it feels like forever.
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(sweatervest + scrabble) + (tea + odd hour of the morning) = party time.
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[kmw]
as it was meant to be - bokonon (vonnegut's cat's cradle)
im new to all this stuff, and i don't know how to add friends and stuff so i just clicked some random button thingy at the top (watch this deviant?) - probably means 'add friend', anyway.
oh, and i really like the literature you post - very coool
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What do i put here ?
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