this kind of love makes my stomach hurt. food doesn’t taste good. things don’t seem so serious; people talk softer, laughter comes louder, sickness feels sweet. how long could it last? i’ll see.
dear little boy, before you let this new girl believe that you are just as important as you make yourself out to be, give me my personality back. thank you, no hard feelings.
when i think of things as they really are i get terribly upset. like, for every half an hour that i work, i’m paying for the 2 cups of coffee i drink to wake up. $4.25. and for every two hours i work, i’m paying for the dinner i eat at a restaurant because i’m too tired to cook. $13.76 plus tip. minus taxes. and for every full day i work, i’m paying for the drugs or the...
i fucking love staying in bed all day. i don’t care that it’s nice out, i just wanna stay here in my mess of a bed and fall in and out of sleep.
when kurt vonnegut suggested that you stop once in a while to say, “if...