Thread: ▬ terrible things. ( journal : comments welcome )

videoyoutube LOST IN TOKYO - KORELESS For the dreams that make you feel awake. . . Hoping, hoping. . . td text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text td td tuesday, march 31st, 2015 1111 PM headache. . make a wish Sometimes I actually wish I could properly explain what I feel. And then sometimes I could just sit on a rooftop with you- on the tallest building we can find and just talk about how crazy life is for hours. ' Unwind ' playing low in the back on my dying ipod... but it pushes through. The air unbearably cold and light like always. But we sit there toes near numb. Who cares. We wouldn't even need cigarettes. . . That cold. Just stupid shit. And even how it was better when we were kids and how simple life seemed. Running home as fast as you could to catch Sailor Moon, and Hey Arnold, Recess and All That. The early90's kids were totally the best. But you grow up and sometimes too fast and the world flashes before you. And the responsibilities just pack and pack and pack on top of each other and now matter how hard you beg for it to stop- it doesn't. For the stress,- the noise to just stop. Your happiness changes... Or maybe you were never happy to begin with and because of that you learn to lie professionally. Occupation Deception. But that's fine. That paper bag with the drawn in smiley face over your head is fine. Just remember there's someone always listening, always concerned, always caring whether you're breathing or not. I wish you cared enough... Just stop fighting with me and maybe you could see I'm not half as bad a person as I somehow give off. I'm sorry I got sick. There was a reason I said I was tired all the time. I didn't do it just for shits and giggles. But I stay up because I'm always trying to make you happy. Failing always. There's only so much I can do. So much I can withstand before my legs start to give out. They're half way there... Maybe more. But I'm still here. I just wish you'd understand this... I'm sorry I'm not an open book. I'm sorry I care so much. I'm sorry I don't speak up enough. I'm sorry you died. I'm sorry I didn't get to meet you. But I'm so pissed at you. How could you do that? To me especially. You didn't even give me a chance. You didn't even stick around and then you just had to go and vanish. Just..- Whatever man. After ten years I still can't get over it. It's weird when you cross my mind in dark moments like this. You piece of shit. You absolute piece of garbage. You and her... The older you get, the more aware you become... Sometimes I wonder if I cause her pain ... She see's you in me... I guess that makes me a piece of garbage too. That's probably what I'd tell you and I'd wait to hear about something going on in yours. But then you tell me you don't have one. You're not even real. We bounce from story to story long enough for me to realize I was just talking to myself the whole time. I'm not crazy. I swear. I just think too much. I need to be productive, but it's so hard when I'm so lazy . hold it tight . tuesday, march 31st, 2015 1148 PM end. Mr Quixotic said I'd be curious to find out. And, of course we'll be nice to you. I don't want wrinkles! Click to expand... Hey now, be careful of what you're asking for here! 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