"We were surpised when we found that love felt just like pain"

Power to the people, but we don't want it we want pleasure, we're trying to be faithful but we're cheating cheating.

I'm the hero of the story, I dont need to be saved

I have no idea what i want. And that scares me as much as it excites me.

Bipolar hopes and dreams.

yaaawwnn
another night at jessicas free house with the ipod speakers that love to electrocute me [JUST me, no one else] and cheap crappy drink [much white shite has been injested. currently suspiciously eyeing a bottle of it as it sits staring me out. damnit] It's weird its like her house is now a background, like scenery to my debauchery. Theres always people ive never met, all willing to get to know someone new because to them this is a brand new experience, a strange new place. An oppurtunity. But I'm mostly bored, mostly stalk off by myself like the antisocial bitch i often am when sober, 'out' and feeling pretty above it all. Or under it im not sure.
However ive been making a concerted effort at this not being a total mess thing :)
missing my closest friends. feeling tired, bored as per usual. bleuhh weird week and a half...weird

shutter Islands ammazzzin just to say

"Stars hide your fires, Let not light see my black and deep desires"