- I still think about you, you know, the way you'd pick me up, the way I'd wait for you in the snow. The notes we wrote. Me in class with you next to me. You're falling asleep. We're both shyly glancing at each other and I'm trying to tame my tangled hair.
- Do you know how sad you've made me? I bitched and moaned and fucked, trying to get your scent out of my brain. No one fucking would understand. They said I was stupid, they said I was young.
- You fuckers think I don't know that? I fell in love with my own reflection. What a cold blooded liar.
- My hands move in flip book motion, and I watch my fists tighten, then unclench. The room is sinking down into me and I start vomitting. I also wonder why I insist on sniffing ketamine. Who the fuck wants to see their soul in their vomit? It was interesting never the less.
- You'd pour so much sugar into your coffee and you'd say "what ex junkie doesn't"
mar 23 2015 ∞
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