I need to write a ton, but I just don’t feel like it. Summarizing: blah blah blah summer boys heartbreak adventures best friends love etc etc.
Guys are all such a weird fucking breed.
Things are good and there are good people and my friends are great and the people who have been coming into my life are great, too.
I think I am just scared that you will come back around when I finally let go for good.
And that is the scariest thought.
I hate that you are no longer rotting in jail and free to roam wherever you so choose.
You are the only person I have ever sincerely hated and I cannot wait to see you lowered into the earth.
I’m fine for so long and then something just sparks the worst sadness in every part of my heart.
I want this nightmare to be over.
And things to be back to normal.
I really hate when people tell me I’m “hot.” Please don’t. I will yell at you.
Mannnn, my body hurts from a combination of soccer & moshing. I just wanna do a workout & my muscles won’t let me today.
Number 9, you certainly did not disappoint. I think you may honestly have been the greatest Brand New show I’ve seen.
- not whore clothes.
- solid shoes.
And that’s it! Congratulations- you are now ready to have your hair pulled & elbows thrown into your throat.
Talking to athletes is the worst. At least you know you can expect the begging of boomboom ..