I want to be so many things.
You make me wish I was as beautiful as you seem to think I am.
I’m afraid of you. I’m afraid of how much I love you, the way in which I think I like you and how none of it makes any sense. I don’t even know you. I want to know you.
I wish I could tell you everything and be honest and loved forever. However, there are so many things that you’ll never know.
This is it. I have got a lot of things to take care of. No fucking around this time. How many chances do I have left anyway? I’ll make this count.
Started out lonely and hungry, fat. Made some early moves. Many wires and awkward years. This is not an apology.
Light came through when least expected. Things meant so much more before the drugs kicked in. I saw everything that flew in the sky. One day I’ll be there too. Unknowingly I lied. I got on stage and there were so many lights. I closed my eyes and tried to remember the feeling of it all. I took the bus straight through heaven and hell. Old now, but wrinkles were just starting to form.
I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve beat this game.
Every time depression creeps up on me, I get scared. I never want to go back to that place ever again. That place of feeling worthless, useless, and nothing. This is me, and I won’t let anything bring me back down.
Choose cocaine and having the time of your life with kids you would have hated in high school. Choose good. Choose a family. Choose both. Choose to take the late train home. Choose to learn about the weather. Choose to drown in the ocean. Choose to be an actuary and make a lot of money. Choose living day to day on luck.
Choose sex. Choose drugs. Choose fucking up every chance you get in the pursuit of finding something pure.
We will all forgive you.
1) I think part of a best friend’s job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.
2) Nothing sucks more than the moment during an argument when you realize you’re wrong.
3) I totally take back all those times I didn’t want to nap when I was younger.
4) There is a great need for a sarcasm font.
5) How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted shirt?
6) Was learning cursive really necessary?
7) Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.
8) I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t, at least, kind of tired.
9) Bad decisions make good stories.
10) You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren’t going to do anything productive for the rest of the day.
11) Can we all just agree to ignore whatever technology is invented after Blue Ray? I neither want to have to start my collection again nor learn how to use it.
12) I’m always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes I’ve made to my ten-page paper that I did not make any changes to.
13) I keep some people’s phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.
14) I think the freezer deserves a light as well.
15) I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.
16) How many times is it appropriate to say “What?” before you just nod and smile because you still didn’t hear or understand a word they said?
17) I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars team up to prevent a jerk from cutting in front. Stay strong, drivers.
18) Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.
19) Sometimes I’ll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still no know what time it is.
20) Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and pinning the tail on the donkey - but I’d bet everyone can find and push the snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time, every time.
21) The first testicular guard, the “Cup,” was used in 1987 and the first helmet was used in 1974. That means it only took 100 years for men to realize that their brain is also important.
1) Coming home late and going straight to bed.
2) Buying amazing clothes that you found on sale.
3) Holding hands.
4) Unexpected moments that become your favorite memories.
5) Talking on the phone until five in the morning.
6) Resting on someone’s chest.
7) Taking long showers that wash away you worries.
8) Feeling as though you finally belong somewhere.
9) Deciding what you want to do with your life.
10) Feeling satisfied after a delicious meal.
11) Falling asleep instantly when you’re upset.
12) Meeting people that happen to change your life.
13) When you a have a great night of sleep.
14) Realizing that everything is going to be okay.
Some nights I feel like a million little pieces. It’s the flickering of a candle flame, the slight cold wind whispering beneath the crack of the window, and the shadows painting brush strokes in the mirror.
Nude trimmed nails trace a familiar tattoo. I could never understand you, hating music to hold hands to. Sometimes I was just that. Tainted words: sweet, sentimental, romantic.
When I breath, I inhale fireflies, soda pop, and neon light for the masses.
In my dream, your teeth were destroyed. You were sitting on the floor with you legs crossed and your teeth were fucked.
This is not to say I am sorry and this is not to say I am not sorry. We all are sorry, passing on the right and eating ice cream cones. In the dark, I fumble for light and end up with my shoelaces undone.
Today, I feel sad, I feel stupid, but non of that matters. There has to be a winner and a loser, this is defined. There are two sides of the line. There is no way to fall asleep. Easy now as the desert is turning into ice.
Make up your mind before sand becomes ice, and that’s not the point either.
