April 2011
1 post
CXVI
QUIT YA HAWKIN DOOD!
March 2011
1 post
CXVV
YOU SNORE, YOU SNORE, YOU SNORE, YOU SNORE, YOU SNORE, YOU SNORE, YOU REALLY FUCKING SNORE, YOU SNORE, YOU SNORE, YOU SNORE, HOPE YOU DONT HAVE SORES
December 2010
1 post
CXVIII
AND YOU JUST EXPECT IT TO ALL BE OKAY? FUCK YOU.
October 2010
1 post
CXVII.
STOP INTRUDING ON MY DREAMS.
September 2010
3 posts
CXVI
I’ve loved you for about 5 years now. I think you should probably know. Do you even care anymore?
CXV
WHY DID YOU FUCK WITH MY HEAD? WHY IS IT EASY TO FUCK WITH MY HEAD?
CXIV
Stop fucking with me.
August 2010
2 posts
CXIII
i can’t help but feel that i’ve made a horrible, terrible mistake.
also, i want to punch you in the face for acting so fucking normal.
CXII.
SORRY THAT I DON’T FIND YOUR HIDEOUS TATTOOS AND GIRLY TASTE IN MUSIC ENDEARING. NEXT TIME I’LL MAKE SURE TO LIE.
July 2010
3 posts
CXI.
i don’t know. sitting on my bed. on my twin bed. on my death bed. there isn’t any music that doesn’t make me think of you. and yeah, i never loved you. i had to get on that plane instead.
CX.
STOP PUSHING ME FRIEND. I CANT DEAL WITH YOU. YOU SHOULD HAVE LISTENED TO ME WHEN I SAID NO. WE ACTED LIKE FOOLS. NOW IM DEALING WITH THE CONSEQUENCES AND RUNNING OUT OF FRIENDS.
CIX.
i’m going to keep growing my leg hair until you decide to be nice to me.
June 2010
1 post
CVIII.
MAYBE YOU WANNA FUCK ALL YOUR GUY FRIENDS MORE THAN YOU WANNA FUCK ME. OR MAYBE YOU TAKE ME FOR GRANTED EVEN THOUGH YOU SAID YOU WERE GOING TO STOP DOING JUST THAT. OR MAYBE THE HONEYMOON’S OVER.
May 2010
1 post
CVII.
IT SUCKS NOT BEING SUPPORTED BY ANY OF THE PEOPLE YOU THOUGHT WERE YOUR FRIENDS. IT SUCKS LEARNING THAT THE PEOPLE YOU THOUGHT WERE YOUR FRIENDS REALLY NEVER WERE TO BEGIN WITH. IT SUCKS HAVING TO START OVER FOR THE THIRD TIME. IT SUCKS FEELING LONELY.
EVEN THOUGH IT IS HARD, THIS HAS MADE ME SO MUCH STRONGER. I HAVE TO BE STRONG, BUT I DON’T HAVE TO DO IT ON MY OWN ANYMORE. I HAVE MY TEAM...
April 2010
2 posts
CVI.
YOU EXUDE AN UNPLEASANT AIR OF SNOBBERY THAT MAKES ME WANT TO PUKE.
CV.
I WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU COME HERE.
March 2010
5 posts
XXXXXXXXXXXII.
i’m listening to this song you wrote. it reminds me of when we used to have sex in your dad’s house when he wasn’t home. after you moved into the room in the basement with the purple walls. we would have sex and lay around for a while. you would sometimes play around with your guitar and sit in the rocking chair. it was usually dusk or mid-afternoon. this song just reminded me. i...
XXXXXXXXXXXI.
I’VE SPENT MAYBE TWO NIGHTS AT HOME IN THE PAST TWO WEEKS… LONGEST BOOTY CALL EVER.
XXXXXXXXXXX.
THANKS FOR PUTTING IT ALL ON ME.
XXXXXXXXXXIX.
I WANT TO DISGRACE YOU IN PUBLIC.
XXXXXXXXXXVIII
WE’VE BECOME EVERYONES FAVORITE GUESSING GAME, TOPIC OF CONVERSATION, AND BELITTLEMENT.
February 2010
13 posts
XXXXXXXXXXVI
WHO SAYS YOU STILL GET TO MAKE ME CRY?
XXXXXXXXXXV
STAY OUT OF MY FUCKING HEAD. YOU’RE GONE AND ITS OVER AND YOU NEVER CARED UNTIL I SAID IT WAS OVER ANYWAY.
XXXXXXXXXXIV.
I CAN DO THAT TOO. YOU WON’T LIKE BEING ON THE OTHER SIDE. I GUARANTEE YOU.
XXXXXXXXXXIII.
AW HOW CUTE MY FIRST PAIR OF RIPPED PANTIES.
XXXXXXXXXXI.
girl world. the people here are so strong. it is a land ruled by women. we have overcome relational aggression and the affliction we have experienced is not reduced to words like ‘bitch’. it is recognized, fixed, and rightfully returned. touch me like that, go straight to hell. and i’m not talking about the fake candy hell american boys wear and worship. still it’s not the same, but you will stand...
XXXXXXXXXX.
FUCK YOU. IF I EVER SEE YOU I WILL FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU ALL OVER AGAIN. I REMEMBER MORE FROM NOVEMBER 2008 THAN ANY OTHER TIME IN MY LIFE. I CAN REMEMBER EVERY PIZZA DINNER, EVERY TIME YOU PUSHED UP YOUR GLASSES, EVERY WORD YOU FUCKING SAID. I LOVED YOU, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE.
XXXXXXXXXIX.
YOU DRAIN THE LIFE OUT OF EVERYTHING AROUND YOU.
XXXXXXXXXVIII.
FUCKING GIVE A SHIT, WHY DON’T CHA?
XXXXXXXXXVI
I AM WORTH MORE I AM WORTH MORE I AM WORTH MORE THAN SHARING A BED WITH THE TWO OF YOU. SHE ISN’T EVEN RIGHT FOR YOU AND YOU KNOW IT AND I KNOW YOU’RE SAD THAT I LEFT AT SIX IN THE MORNING BUT I HAD TO BECAUSE I WAS SAD THAT WE WEREN’T THERE ALONE. WE SHOULD HAVE BEEN THERE ALONE AND SHE SHOULDN’T HAVE BEEN PART OF THE PICTURE. I KNOW YOU’RE IN A K-HOLE, BUT SO WAS I,...
XXXXXXXXXIV.
I WANT TO BE LOVED NOT WARMED UP TO.
XXXXXXXXXIII.
GET OUT AND STAY OUT.
January 2010
24 posts
XXXXXXXXXII.
SERIOUSLY?!
XXXXXXXXXI
I KISSED YOUR FRIEND BECAUSE I WAS DEVASTATED. I KISSED YOUR FRIEND BECAUSE I THOUGHT YOU WOULD FINALLY NOTICE ME. I KISSED YOUR FRIEND BECAUSE HE’S SWEET AND AMAZING AND HE GIVES ME ATTENTION AND RESPECT AND I KISSED YOUR FRIEND BECAUSE I KNEW HE WOULD KISS ME BACK. I KISSED YOUR FRIEND BECAUSE EVERYONE TOLD ME TO QUIT YOU. I KISSED YOUR FRIEND BECAUSE I DIDN’T WANT TO COME IN LAST...
XXXXXXXXX.
FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING BASTARD, FOR EVERYTHING YOU HAVE DONE TO ME, IN SPITE OF ME, AND IN ORDER TO SPITE ME, YOU FUCKING MANSLUT.
XXXXXXXIX.
I DON’T WANT TO BE AWAY FROM YOU I DON’T WANT TO BE AWAY FROM YOU I DON’T WANT TO BE AWAY FROM YOU I DON’T WANT TO GO BACK I DON’T WANT TO BE AWAY FROM YOU I DON’T WANT TO I DON’T WANT TO I DON’T WANT TO SAY GODBYE EVEN FOR NOW GODDAMN IT SARAH GROW A PAIR. BUT I DON’T WANT WINTER TO END AND IT IS IT’S ENDING ALL AROUND ME.
XXXXXXXVIII.
I DON’T WANT TO CRY IN YOUR BED THIS AFTERNOON. I DON’T WANT TO ANTICIPATE HOW MUCH I’LL MISS YOU. I JUST WANT TO FEEL HOW I FEEL WHEN WE WAKE UP EVERY MORNING, LIKE THE FEELING IN MY CHEST IS ONLY A GOOD THING AND NOT AT ALL A SAD THING. I JUST WANT TO FEEL LIKE EVERY MOMENT WE HAVE TOGETHER IS A MORNING AND NOT A DAY CLOSER TO BEING APART.
XXXXXXXVII.
why
XXXXXXXVI.
“I THOUGHT ROMANCE WAS PRETTY. THEN YOU WENT AND SPOILED IT. EVERY TIME I THINK OF YOU… HAVE TO GO TO THE TOILET. CAN’T TELL IF THIS IS LOVE, OR A STOMACH DISORDER… OR AS MASSIVE GRADE-A TYPHOON INSIDE MY AORTA.”
XXXXXXXV.
ILIKEYOUDOYOULIKEMEYOUDRESSNICELYPROMISEMEYOULLCOMETOPHILLYANDKISSME.
XXXXXXXIV.
FUCK ME. THEN CUDDLE ME.
XXXXXXXIII.
SEE YOU SOON PLZ DON’T HATE ME TO MY FACE.
XXXXXXXII
I miss the urgency we had about seeing each other—if we wanted it to be NOW it had to be now, it didn’t matter that in reality we simply had to wait for the next morning. I was completely at your mercy: I drove 11 hours in one weekend to see you the weekend of my senior year dress rehearsal. I skipped countless practices, hell, countless classes to see you. And I don’t have that urgency now, that...
XXXXXXXI.
I KNOW YOU’RE NOT COMING FOR ME, AND I KNOW YOU NEVER WILL, SO IT STOPS HERE. FUNNY, ‘CAUSE IT NEVER EVEN STARTED, AND SAD, ‘CAUSE YOU’RE REALLY QUITE SOMETHING. BUT IT’S NO USE GOING ON LIKE THIS. I HAVE TO START TAKING CARE OF MYSELF. I’M TIRED OF YOU MAKING ME FEEL LIKE I’M NOT GOOD ENOUGH. I WANNA BE VISIBLE. I WANT MY LIFE BACK. FORGETTING WON’T...
XXXXXXX.
I DID NOT DESTROY ANYONE. YOU’RE STILL BREATHING. AND ISN’T IT AMAZING? INHALE WITH ME.
XXXXXXIX.
YOU GOT IT. YOU GOT IT FINALLY. BUT MY HEART STILL IMPLODES.
XXXXXXVIII.
AFTER WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT, I DESERVED A HELLO THIS MORNING
XXXXXXVII
WITHOUT YOU, I JUST FLOAT.
NOT SAD, NOT HAPPY. KIND OF LIKE I’M ON PROZAC.