She’s on Myspace?
Fucking pissed at my best friend who feels the need to be rude and selfish after she’s moved and I have no place else to put my frustration.
Why the hell am I so good at helping everyone around me with discovering who they want to be and figuring out how to believe in the themselves and then being left with nothing. I give too much and expect a return.
*note. Only give what’s reasonable and don’t expect anything in return.
I want to punch a car I’m so mad.
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars, and in the middle, you see the blue center-light pop, and everybody goes ahh…”
On the Road
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