hi i'm an overemotional faggot and i like tea
i would probably fall in love with you if you gave me a high five
writing
im not really sure but sometimes
i get so envious, so green, so jealous, so happy when i read a work that has clearly been worked at. something that radiates quality and beautiful, beautiful thought.
why can’t i put effort like that into something anymore?
into anything any more?
am i scared to open up my mind, to free my thoughts, to let the torrent of thoughts and thinks and ponderings pour forth from my soul?
will i ever be able to put to paper the sounds my throat and tongue make during the hour long drives between two cities with the only person in this world to ever lay ear to these words?
well now i’m just trying too hard.
best keep this shit in your journal, where no fear resides
no fear
no judgement
no
nothing
I love reading these old posts
theyre so down and true.
especially listening to this music, this suburban rap that just gives life a hazy, temporary essence and reminds me to not take everything so seriously.
makes me feel small and personal.
they all read off so intimately, so vulnerably.
I like how a lot of them are about you, and it certainly helps your case.
I wonder if I’ll ever let you read these someday.
and how would you react?
how would it happen?
try that prediction since you seem so well at figuring the future out. is the outlook good? probably that’s why school exhausts me so, everythings so fucking predictable and so motherfucking redundant. so fucking much
dear you,
sorry for today I’m really out of it right now, please wait for me and I’ll make this up to you. if it plays out the way I hope it will
testing new mic
this was kinda cute so I decided to keep it
today sucked
it sucked balls.
almost the morning was eggcellent except I’m really just not expecting to ever get my braces off. I swear. never. ever. ever ever ever ever never fuck my teeth hurt so bad I want to rips someones balls off they hurt but I’m not going to take painkillers because I am a fucking man and I can stand the pain
tc library is my hooooooome is where the heart is only good things happen there like someone else doing my homework
yes now I will post on my main how my day sucked so much afterwards because of course I have to keep that facade
God forbid Mary seem like a happy child
I spent my whole afternoon learning spanish studying history playing chess vomiting marshmellows and dicking around at starbucks what can I say good Sundays exist after all
that paranoia
all i can hope for is that
you’ll
mean
what
you
say
i can’t handle this zomg no you can’t do this to me what the fuck i just do this to myself
its happening all over again
ugh
fuck
why the fuck did i do that
