Where you long awaiting MY LIFE?

Bottomless Cup of Coffee

Mother told you not to touch the "poison oak". Christmas is red and red is bloody. "A loose screw is all it is," said the doctor. Poor sister took too many pills again and you screamed in hate. Love is too commonly mistaken for hate. I sat at the park by myself, watching the boy bounce the ball. Mother told me not to go. But I went. I went and sat cold, lonely, and no longer pure. You didn't mean to disappoint mother. The bottle cap tried its best to comfort you saying, "Your fantasy will come true." Write "Chicago" in the dirty mirror. I'm going to make it through this year if it kills me. This time she cut her wrist. Short of breath, more cigarettes. It's not Chicago but this will do. You could be such a pretty girl, but I refuse to take the metal out of my face. I like thumbtacks.

This is the THRILL

I am sitting by a fire: drinking coffee, smoking cigarettes.
"And this girl on the computer," he said about me.
OK COMPUTER is playing in one ear and Hayden in my headphones.
The four of them are playing hearts.
I am writing about them and they don't know.
They think I am writing a paper.
I was until I feel like my brain is going to explode.
Honestly if they knew I was writing of them, most likely they'd lable me a creeper.
He is interesting. The reflection of the flames are dancing in his eyes.
I saw Wrist Cutters: a Love Story two nights ago and learned something:
It only happens when you don't care.
The problem is I DO care. I always care.
Im sick of writing

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