January 2009
23 posts
I've hoped that every bike is carrying you.
My older friends make me feel less successful.
Despite what my friends and better judgment are...
Actually, I'm just as easy sober.
I totally can't stop thinking about you.
Remember that day I gave you flowers? You got them...
I pick at my scabs.
I lied. I wasn't a virgin.
I love to listen to you.
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Your problems make me want you more.
Sometimes I am honest to a fault.
I'd help you out with what you want tonight.
I want you to take care of me.
I want to take care of you.
You made me feel extremely young. In the bad way.
I am tired of feigned sincerity.
I have an obscene amount of books.
I want you again. You know what I mean.
I'm following my childhood dreams.
Staying here would be the most counterproductive...
I'm so very lonely.
I'm afraid to run into you at my favorite places.
I know my limits. I just choose to ignore them.