"Life isn't meant to be so melodramatic, even the cynics get sick of it."I stopped reading fiction not based on fact because it gets your hopes invested in fake characters who will never ever exist and the closest you can get to them are the pictures or the words on the page, and when the series or the monologue or the issue or the dream ends, you're left with a "the end," a "to be continued," an...

I know it's not "me," but do you think life could convert to some sort of video-game version where you can gain levels and experiences and things and go back to them at any time? So I could go back to '05 and get into this before anything could change what I was and confuse me out of the so-called counterculture and prove myself better by becoming what they were?It’s rambling and nonpoetic, I...

If you just told me you didn't like me, I’d find a way to be okay with that.It’s just these glances and the way you sit close and I just like you so much. I don't think anyone gets it. You are the boy I see in my mind when I close my eyes. The way I dream of the way we talk gives me shivers when I wake up (unless that's just from the cold. I know I’m over analyzing every scene of this...

Dear Mom&Dad:So I do drugs, and I drink, and I have unprotected sex and I am stupid and emotional and immature and completely compulsive and selfish and ugly and rotten and and.A lot thing you don't want to know about. I keep it in a box next to my favorite Harry Potter, everything's there. I don't like it anymore than you would. I'm no longer under your roof and I can do it all in the living...

if I knew everything there was to know;I wouldn’t try anymoreI know absolutely nothingand I never will know enoughI will die with only half the answers to lifeI won’t save humanity or cure cancer or anything worth rememberingI’m just…another person of a million, in a million, I am not special or all that greatbut I am me and I do like that the mostI am happy with being simpleI never care...

I feel like I've been sweating out a lot of things lately. My brain is stuck on repeat-play on a song about nothing. I’ve been more shaky this weekend than any of my worst days combined, and it's all for nothing. I've been saying I'll take a shower for the past five days. I'm so disgusting sometimes.I wish this could be written. But I can't express right. Skeleton nerves; the sad thing is that...

It’s been five years and it's finally starting to show, and you're really happy doing it. I really don't know what to think. I'll go weeks without seeing you, so I never do. Until I see your arms, your bones, then I think it all over again. You told me your brain is wrong, I told you your brain is perfect. From one addict to another, there is absolutely nothing wrong with you baby. You’re...

My right to die is just like your right to live.Leave me alone. leave me alone.I love you. But honestly; you make me sick. All the things you do. Fuck, fuck, fuck and even more dirt. It's like the dirt from his hands gets all over your body when he touches you. He's covered in dirt and filth and he's a six foot two monster sleeping with a five foot three young girl.I can't save you anymore. I...

I don'tdon'tdon'tdon't know.Guitar strings and nightvision.You're that ache in my chest that won't fade out and I've only known you for three weeks, but."Why does it hurt so fucking bad, man?"You're playing drum kits like heartbeats, busy sitting on porch steps, mumbling quick greetings. I'm on the lawn, waving back quick hellos, cringing at how quiet my voice sounds lately. I don't know. I could...

Girl’s got too much make-up on. It’s raunchy. It’s so perfect. You want that trashiness.Insert a quarter and I’ll give you a ride, baby. This will be the ride of your life, baby darling. It’s just that easy. So easy, so so easy, baby. Put a quarter in and I’ll ride you all your worth. I wanna be your coin-operated prostitute.No, no. Fuck you. I wanted that. You said; you promised....