February 2012
Me and my brother are drunk and talking about how we love getting in fights and getting socked in the face. ….Clearly, we are ‘clinically insane.’
Can it be Thursday, already? I am super excited to play with a baby sea otter. Hurry Hurry Father Time, Please Hurry.
I have a weird thing where I get canvas or paper and I paint and draw for hours. I work really hard to make to what I want it to be, and right before I finish I burn it or rip it up. There are only two paintings that have survived my destructive habit. They only stuck around because I made them with a friend and what to hold on to the memory.
” I love you little brother I made dinner for you its in the oven waiting for you.” A text I got from my brother (he already brought me lunch at work today) I love him, he is literally perfect.
My after work shower is going to involve a bottom of rum and vodka. My mother is out of town, so I am definately not going to worry about tomorrow and only plan on making a few bad decisions tonight. Make sure I am naughty tonight.
Sometimes I dont want to be so strong. Sometimes I just want to be weak and cry for a minute. But I never let myself. No, not even in my solitude not even in silence. Sometimes I just want to be one of those discarded, broken boys that needs to be fixed. I am tired of doing the fixing. Hurt me, break me, and fix me. I miss heartbreak, heartbreak was a good feeling.
People who talk way to fast. Please, slow the fuck down.