at least i author my own disaster

Aug. 26th, 2010

goodbye.

i hope you become a famous rock-star and fuck a thousand women --none of them me.

who do you think i am, and why did you think i could handle that? you've met me, right?

i had a dream
you tried to speak to me, but instead, all that came out was a gurgle...and then your head imploded.

how could you eat potatoes off my plate in such a casual manner..

i spent an incredible amount of time staring at the picture of my nephew.

come on baby, get here soon! i want to meet you!

i heard you this time, i swear. i promise.

"there was a time when i didn't know you, and there'll be a time like that again"

someone was blasting "i will survive" from across the street and i rested my head on your shoulder. do you remember how happy i felt to be in L.A?

waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah