I’m not sure how many more times I can have people come up to me now and tell me they were or are in love with me.
I’ve always been a heartbreaker, but I didn’t so desire to be that way, I just was, so now what?  
NOW WHAT?!!?!?!?
No one has the answers for me.  
It’s all up to me. Should I get what I get and live with what I can’t, to be forever heartbroken, yet in an awry love???  
Or take nothing and live in complete sorrow.  
Nothing makes sense, nor do people for that matter.
Especially me, especially YOU, especially denial, especially regret. 

I need help.  

Serious, beyond the realms of normal help.  

I lost myself… somewhere.. in 2004, 2005, 06? 08? 10?  Sometime in there. 

I was just wondering if anyone could help me locate her.  

drugs and the sellers and the paraphernalia and the users and the abusers alike are really something else to me these days.  If I’m a part of this culture, how do I be in it, yet set apart from the idiots?  Doesn’t make sense, neither does substance abuse anyway.

I got too wrapped up in the masses there for a second.  Forgive me.  Onward I go, considering as of right now I’m only responsible for myself.  Just for now.  Better keep it in check and fast. guerrilla stylee.

At some point I’d like to be in love with a professor.  Not a nutty one.  

I’m serious, as nutty as it may appear.

And now 7 years have passed

since my mother left mortality.

Love her.

sometimes i wonder if people expect that I’m just made up of time.

i’m me, i’m me

it’s okay to go ahead and kill me now

seriously.

ok ok.

just for a little while, please.