Lost it to trying

In only one year, I've been able to acquire a house, car, motorcycle, truck, and numerous new friends.

All this, and all I actually wanted was the woman for me.

Sweet Ass

People always have different quantities of heart they're able to grab from others, and if I'm that person, you might want to give some back, or at least to some poor soul who you'd wish terrible things upon.

That's what you will get, certainly, terrible things. Have you ever been your own worst critic? Of course you have. Great. Now you might be able to relate some. 

There is this man, we'll call him... Mitchel for the sake of this analogy. There isn't anything he can do right, nothing will ever live up to his standards that have been set for, or set upon, himself. If there is a person able to captivate poor old Mitch's heart, they get whatever he has coming for himself, in proportion of course. What will be the outcome when a fine you g lady steals his heart completely? Well, affection and grief become best friends! Yay! Oh Mitchel, what will you do?!

Hush Hush, Little Soul

Drinking away your problems never made sense to me, until today. All these new voices arguing with the established, a tug of  chemical war, one which I didn't even get to vote on.

I just need silence, please, everyone calm down or shut the hell up.

Oooooo that smell

Every day, I get home from work at 7 and try to get some relaxation in. Also, every day, my roomate's girlfriend comes thundering out of his room at about 7:15, and breaks straight to the bathroom where she proceeds to creates the worst smell I have ever smelled in the history of smelling shits and farts. Every fucking day, god damnit. I've like 45 minutes to chill out before I have to go to bed, and there's this smell of dead horses and rotting eggs permeating the whole house. Sweet.

Ebbs and lulls occur in everyone's life, here's a detailed description of my summer:

Projecting to protect.

the choice isn't always there, tears flow over pursed unsubmissive lips knowingly sidestepping the swell in your shoulders and cranking wrists that want ever so much to break. The seeming teaming power of 10 men, weakened by something that strength can't cripple.

I don't want to love ever again



I'm trying to get to the "sit up" part.

Hello Darkness My Old Friend

I've come to talk to you once again. Years have past, for the better, in the grand scheme. At least that's what I'll tell myself.

Connie.
Connie.

The only name that shall ever disgrace this sidebar of internet storage.

Fucking Connie.

I don't think there is a sound that I hate more than the sound of your voice when I imagine you saying you still love me. You broke my fall, but in process, I broke you straight in half. After all, I didn't know there was a cliff there, you still beckoned me to run into your arms full speed eyes closed so hard that the light was blinding, aware of what was behind you. White cliffs, ready to be drenched red and green, only to swallow the blue sky that I could see as I fell. My sky, my home, my peace, your new stomping ground.

A man who makes a girl fall in love with no intentions of loving her back: A Coward.
Things hardly ever start how they end; thesi, evening plans, grocery shopping, and love. It wasn't possible to love more, foregoing, also nothing to be crushed in such equal fashion. All is fair in love and war? Who will account for a phrase written by a man, to be heralded above me, another man?