moreroses's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- oh yeah Its times like these I wish I had the nerve to just go balls out alcoholic. Sloppy, warm, inappropriate touching and 4am makeouts with the gates rolled down and all the lights on. Falling down on the walk home. Crying, slobbering, passing out in the back of the cab. Or alone in my apartment. Touching the depths. Riding on it, soaking in it. Complete numbness. The fucked up part is: many things are choices, but that is not. 11:37 p.m. - 2006-11-24 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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