Yeah you were right about me,

" You're feeling vicious today. " so what if I am? Vicious isn't bad to feel; it's like invincible, only followed a few seconds behind by regret. Much better than overwhelmed, or emotional, or apathetic; somewhere between vindictive and alive, happy enough to be a high. I'm searching for a common thread. One that's applicable anyways. Have you found one yet? He doesn't like me better, but I already knew that. Rainy and cold doesn't help my prospects. 78 days

you suck so passionately

antichromatic

one phonecall more comfortable long distance digitally two new people damn but, what happens if he likes me better? or like, at all? 'cause i like him and he smiles at me in the hallways now, sets me off gaurd i'm jealous of your nothing, and your likelihood of something

Oh man what a beautiful thing

$1.98 in nickles and dimes, three pennies from the cup holder

i'm too young to be stuck in that past, but it won't let alone.

the breaths were deeper, bass louder,

atmosphere stretching on forever, navy blue,

the streetlights safest on curb and asphalt;

if i'd known that wasn't infinite, i would have walked home slower,

and memorized every crack in the pavement

between your house and mine.

83 days.

I miss you too, you whore.

point me toward the morning

the ventilation speaks russian and cantonese

go giants

I hate my birthdays. The family dinners, family pictures, staged surprise, public present openings, awkward thank-you's. And the song. That damn song. I'd rather sit in the dark corners, where the candlelight doesn't go and the camera flash doesn't reach. I don't want the attention, it's just another day. Seventeen's not big anyway.