Since we last spoke I got very good looking
I don't know how, but I, and my many new male compatriots would agree, that I look great
Also, I have come into a social scene that worships me
they hang on my last word, and would kill for some insight into my mysteriously desireable and sexy misterîe.
All the invitations I cannot count, to make an appearance here, dance there
If I'm there its a party, and I know all the right dance moves
My social life is pregnant with opportunity and glamour, it seems I can hardly even keep up.
awh, I can hardly keep up.
Those shorts I wear, with the little deers, the sun doesn't even coax me outside. I've got stuff to do but the effort seems just too much. too much angst in going out there. I haven't showered in days, and I have sweat of other people from the concert all over me. I put on perfume to go to class. You know, the one you once swooned over. The perfume smells awful on me now, and it's not because of my bathing, but because I've changed. Books and school are well and good, but lets not pretend I give a fuck right now. You never liked school either.
I'm trying hard to find a drug that I'm good at, but I can't, I dont like any of them, none of them stick or make it feel differently. I can't be straight edge either, because thats what you are.
In my mind sometimes I glamourize my apathy
Maybe this drawing will be the key tattoo, maybe the more soul searching I do, the better mental masturbation will arise. Something I never told you before you know, is FUCK YOU for ruining sex for me. fuck you for giving me the best sex i'll probably ever have, and then running away with it.
Sure, she looks like Mary Kate, and probably has more energy than I could imagine, but I have your books, && a pair of your old socks that you may need again.
And I'm also not very romantic anymore, it's mostly your fault because your jaw line makes my body quiver, and the words that fall are covering up my desire you jump you like your mine again.
Who the fuck do you think you are leaving this important and glamorous mess, her music sucks, and you'll never have as good inside jokes as we did.
Also, I doubt she'll be able to deal with your road rage or insomnia the way I could. can.
I don't like drugs but I do like you.You gave my world structure, purpose, and great sex and I am not unmad about what you've done to me.
and you didn't so go fuck yourself
TGIF
