to rotten, too real, to live

I'm confused.
So confused that I fear my brains are gonna explode.

That wouldn't be good.
It will be good.
I'm no good.
For you.

Puke

You know when you get so nervous that you think you're stomach is gonna fail you and make you puke on everybody that is in the same room as you? Well, I feel like that all the time and for no reason. I've been feeling so unsure and scared lately... Afraid of loosing those little things I care about.

Besides that, everything really makes me bored. I should be paying attention to more things than I do. I really should, but I can't.


I want to be in the same room as you. Forever. I want to hold you so tight that you won't be able to breath and I'll probably crush your bones although you're much bigger than I. I wanna hear your voice in the morning and laugh at your stupid jokes. I wanna sleep feeling your arms around me, holding me tight even though I hate spooning while sleeping (I want to be free to move around the bed, you see). I wanna hold your hands and kiss you sometimes. You're probably the most precious thing I have in mind right now.

"I like picnics"

"I like picnics"
"You do?"
"Yeah, I do. As much as I like the smell of the spring
and the way the wind touches my face everytime it blows."

I remember that, do you?

20:25, i think i'm back

131 posts, 132 with this one.
I haven't written anything here because my head is as empty as I am.
School fucks with my brain.
Music fucks with my brain.
Love fucks with my brain
Food fucks with my brain.

I've been getting brain fucked a hella often lately
and I don't know what I think about that.
Anyhow, you're probably the prettiest thing I have ever seen
and man, I really wish you were right here.