Maybe tomorrow I'll wake up without anymore tears...

Also, thanks for finally telling me the difference between our relationship and what your relationship was with Leah. I always thought you were different too. <3

I'm okay, I just want to get high. We talked, or I tried to talk to him, he couldn't calm down. And I saw a really really broken side of him..even more broken than me...he's so broken and hurt and there's nothing I can do or say that can fix him right now..maybe in a couple months down the road. But there's nothing I can do for him now.
His words were all in circles, he couldn't remember things he just said maybe 5 minutes before. He just kept accusing me of being crazy, saying nothing I said made sense. He's lost, stuck somewhere. I want to help him so bad but I can't. Not right now.

It's just all so funny because he reminds me of how I was when Pablo and I were together. But I am Pablo in this one.

I have the attention of too many men without giving them anything in return. It grows difficult battling my demons lately, I could hurt you so bad if I wanted to, or have somebody else do it. My heart is so full of vengeance, but only because I want you to be mine. And for me to be yours, like we once were. You were the only who was truly just as fucked up as I, obviously an unhealthy situation, but the point of the story is that you and I are one in the same. I have contemplated many a time what I would do if I ever set foot in the same room as my other half, what would I do or say. Well I believe I have, and I messed up during my chance, so you better believe I'm going to do anything I can to get you back. But if you knew anything about the amount of times I have been offered to have you "taken care of," you'd most definitely be mine.

No matter how drunk we were the night before, you'd always get up before me the next morning and cook the most amazing breakfast or lunch. Any meal of the day. Anything. Your food brought me life and energy to live again. I need another bite of the apple.

I voted!

"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth." -Bill, age 4.

I don't want to be talented, I don't want to be beautiful. I want to be completely in love with someone and I want them to be completely in love with me too. Real love. Real bohemian love.

I was hoping that when I opened my eyes, you'd magically appear for me.

Maybe I'll cut my hair like this after Halloween

K. Novak

Mansfield's crash and her poor decapitated puppy. Notice the blonde hair in the top left corner.

For some reason, it's been so difficult for me to eat alone.

Seriously, I was Wanda Jackson in my past life.

I miss Stinky.

Swim that lost river to me..