acidmolars

tomorrow life ends, or maybe it begins

i feel like no one cares that im leaving except for the people obsessed with ruining my life and reputation. why do old feelings have to come up when i am trying to be different.

life is fleeting, love is as well. am i only a fleeting moment to you or is this more, do you WANT to find out if there is more?

i have missed you guys, crazy things have happened recently.. i have blown up on instagram for hitting myself in the head with nunchucks i am not quite sure how to feel

engagement, terminated

god, i miss last fall, and the ocean, and the lack of depth. the weather of the flat and barren and the sounds of city buzzing beneath my unsealed window. st martin watching over as the sprinklers ruin my day and chester glaring in the night reminding me of past misgivings and my confliction for the boy in the gazebo. heineken shining out the way for me while kurz shackles me to naivety. 7.92 i ache to remember when this meant something. the wheel given to me when i am not in control yet, reeling from a past taken back by time. forgive actions not words.