I wish to know your heart and all that exists inside of it. I wish to know your feelings when sad, when happy, and I wish to be the one that fills you full of overall glee at every moment of the day. I'm not asking for miracles or giveuprance at any end.


Sometimes I think I'm full of nothing good.

Lay your head on my pillow...

What's a retard like me to do? I've been waiting for three years avoiding all signs that should say, "Turn and runaway!" "You're a damn fool, you damn fool!" "She's Poison" yet I still stay smitten like a retard to a fluffy bunny. Ohhh Fluffy Bunny...I shall continue this post later when I am in clearer head!

"You know what I dun need?"
I need me a woman who ain't gonna abuse me and misuse my mind...
Sum a bitch...

God gave me the family that I'm love/stricken/burdened with...God also gave me the friendships that evolved into people that I treat as family, and love just as much...family don't feel bad, I"m sure you'd be better off without me.

I feel like shit now, but know that I will be better in time. But all the withdrawals and healing will be fucked up when the picture gets interrupted by her re-entry. The only thing that will kill my pain and feelings is the alcohol and a new interest. But it's hard to find love, when you don't want to leave your apartment and you're scared of being shattered.

Worry some, for the time is near

I ramble on and make no sense, and you look at me like I just bit the head off of a kitten. As long as I'm speaking in gibberish there is no real cause to be alarmed. The second I turn off the insanity, turn on the rage, and I seem calm and start making sense, the world should worry.

There's a hole in my bucket, my sprecky, my sprecky, there's a hole in my bucket, I give up, what's the point.