Monday has struck, but at least I have survived. Things that I thought were lost in the mail actually al arrived today. Who knows I could almost be a functional person of society one day. But I doubt it
I might a rather violent hockey player at a Gay bar this weekend. We insulted each other, pushed each other and started fighting.
And then she took me home.
Why am I suddenly facinated with blood, watching it bleed, watching it drip quietly to the ground. And that iron taste, is that the taste of life, or the taste of death?
That loop I seem to be stuck in is repeating. But I still follow the moon and she watches out for me. It is the sun, and the way it sneaks up on you every day getting just that much more closer.
Nobody flirts with me when I go out in public with my roomate.
that sucks
I might a rather violent hockey player at a Gay bar this weekend. We insulted each other, pushed each other and started fighting.
And then she took me home.
Why am I suddenly facinated with blood, watching it bleed, watching it drip quietly to the ground. And that iron taste, is that the taste of life, or the taste of death?
That loop I seem to be stuck in is repeating. But I still follow the moon and she watches out for me. It is the sun, and the way it sneaks up on you every day getting just that much more closer.
Nobody flirts with me when I go out in public with my roomate.
that sucks