Trisha says...

that look on your face tells me everything you intend to do. you mine as well tie me down, because when you leave i’m running after you. and these walls seem so much higher as i’m crawling on my hands and knees…and the distance seems so much farther than it used to be. nothing’s what it seems, these vibrations couldn’t mean less to me.

oh hey

be real, i’m sick and tired of this illusion you make me believe.

everything would be so much easier if we could just forget. i would leave and never come back if it meant everything would be easier, but i’m sure that’d be unbearable. if i could make sense of this mess i would let everyone in on it, so when i figure everything out i promise i’ll scream it at the top of my lungs. it wouldn’t do any good to just give up, there must be a reason why i’m feeling this way right? i wish someone could just tell me how i should feel and what i should do, not that it would help me make up my mind. i feel like i can’t do a fucking thing right. but i know that lately you’ve been flooding my mind, and pushing everything i thought i knew aside. all of this “secrecy” is starting to suffocate me.

woop woop.

Please take my sarcasm literally. I’ts not annoying at all. Thank you.

smoked out.

So…I haven’t written on this in awhile, but now that I have my own personal secretarty, I’m thinking that it’s a good idea. Life is but a lime… in a bowl of lemons. It is flawless and it is green. And Stef wishes that I would light my cigarette. And I will, after I finish my metaphors. I guess I finished because I just lit it.

Nothing can be solved when the extremes of emotions get involved. I am such a good writer. I don’t really have anything else to say. Byeee haha.