It's so sexy how she can't remember last night.

Damn.

I think I've got it.

Bad.

You try so hard to find a rhythm in your heartbeat.

I can hear birds outside.
That's not normal.
At least, not for two-thirty in the afternoon.
It makes me think today has a capacity to be good.

***

I feel like sharing some of this... thing I've been writing. It's nothing extremely special, but I like it. The neurosis moves through him almost as well as it moves through me. So, I suppose you can read it and tell me if you like it. I might film it later this year or something.

***

So, uh.
There's this girl.
She likes poetry.
I like poetry.
She likes art.
I like art.
She likes the way sentences come together and form dazzling strings of words.
I write sentences like that sometimes.
But she lives across the country, and I really don't feel like creeping her out by telling her that I think she's the most wonderful, interesting thing I've ever laid eyes on. Telling her that everything she says she likes is everything I am wouldn't help much either, I don't think.
But I'm telling you. We were meant to find each other.
I want to hold her hand, lay down and watch Earth revolve, see stars with her. I want to take care of her when she's sick. I want to... prove to her that there is someone out there that she's meant to be with. And that that person is me.
But I can't tell her all this when the only thing she's ever said to me was "'Sup?".
God damn internet.
***
His name's Charlie.
Just in case you were wondering.

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If you lie, you don't deserve to have friends.

You don't know me.
You don't know the names of my friends.
You don't know how I feel.
You don't know what I keep from you.

So how can you keep me
From the few things I look forward to?
So how can you keep me
On such a short leash?

***

Everyone's a letdown, it just deepens with how far down they can go.
In every circle of friends, there's a whore; the one who flirts and does a little more.
But who's to say this is a social scene anyway?

She keeps repeating all that she needed.

She says she's right here; she seems so distant.

What do you have to say for yourself?

I'm proud of my life and the things that I have done.
Proud of myself and the loner I've become.
You're free to whine, it will not get you far.
I do just fine.

***

Happy Christmas Eve everyone!
It's been a good year.

***

My bracelet broke.
The one you gave me.
That means the ties that kept me close are severed.
Call me a symbolistic freak.
But I believe with all my heart that I don't need you now.
This is what I was waiting on.