i know the need to make a spectacle out of yourself. please grow out of it, please, cough out something real, something pure, something true. something true. this, this new life that i am starting, are you but starting one too? are you hopeful hopeful that no one will see through? and how do you stand to look at yourself in the eye after it all, how do you find the courage to face yourself, something inside you must be screaming or dead.
girl it doesnt matter to me what you want to become, but please take your games and your strutting some where else, because this much is an insult to my intelligence. there is only so much of your mindless masturbation that i can swallow.
askew, you
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(giddy dreaming and amends-making and deprecating and feel-good wanting)
(i have made myself ea$ier to plea$e)
-a powerful moutain bike :(
-a pint of bailey's irish
-james; calvin and hobbbes comics
-a true chocolate eclair
-peanuts comics, foxtrot comics
-pearls before swine comics
just give me some good-feeling
-take music seriously
-dance
-(sincere) hugs, often
-less impersonal people to talk to
-honest and self-honest people to talk to
-a regular dose of live music
-to wander around cities in a foreign land
-giggling silliness
-gorgeous landscapes
