Monday, November 29, 2010

I can't stand to see your face anymore like this. Everyday you smile until I do and when i don't you come help me out. You make me laugh so hard my eyes fall out of my head. I love you so much and you don't at all. I want you to get help. Please GET HELP. You don't even know why you do this anymore. Get help. Yes love with me and her is different and thats one thing. But your happiness is essential to mine too. And I can't stand to see you cry any longer. I love you buddy. We're gonna help you out.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

In the dust.

I keep getting this feeling, this reoccuring feeling. Except for you, cause your my brother and you'll be with me forever, I just feel like, and call me egotistical, or stupid, or just fucking wrong, but like I'm gonna leave all of you and all of this in the dust. Like after april or june of 2013, I'll never see any of you ever again. The only thing that I can justify this for is because I WANT that, only because it would mean I made it and no one else did. I'd like that. And I'm going to motherfucking work for it. "That sounds like a fuckin' celebrity" That IS a fucking celebrity. Fuck me. But also. FUCK me. as in jesus, I hate myself sometimes, and also as in, I fucking love myself. I am the most self Indulgent/self loathing person I know. Jesus christ I will be successful.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

My fault

On another note... these new words calm me out of parranoia better than anything I've ever heard you say. You've become the best there is at making me feel like... well like you love me. Maybe it's cause you do. Hehe. I smile everytime I think of it. What a faggot.

On another note... I love wolverine man... like i FUCKING LOVE HIM.
"I'm the best there is at what I do... but what I do isn't very nice."
You show me a catchphrase more badass than that and I'll spit in your face and tell you to die. Cause there ain't none. SNIKT.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

I don't knwo how to convey something like this in words. In Musical Improv we're taught to only start singing when its too important to just talk. And to start dancing when it's too important to sing. SO what's next, fly? We fly when its too important for even dancing? Well thats what I do with you. Tat's what you make me do in the musical of my life, I fly haha. I love you. And... you love me. We're in LOVE. Nothign could be better. Life is legitimately the happiest its ever been. I find it hard to frown or even keep a straight face. My mouth is a permanent smile... and its because of you. Fuck. I just love you. I do.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

I lied. And I'm going to continue to. Forever.