why do i keep talking to him? i know, no mater what i tell him... hes just going to tell the whole world. so whats the point of holding on and getting hurt? i just don't want to give it up so easily. i should've known that you would end up like everything else. evantaully, you'll wind up hating me and ill still try to salvage something. its just not that easy giving up. it hurts less when you hurt me. thank god for blindfolds
edit:: so i went to the nursing home to visit my great aunt. well, shes on morphine. so we go visiting and she looks at me and is like "are your lips feeling better?" and im like "they never hurt" and shes like "you didnt listen to me...your lips are bleeding...but no one out there can see it!" then she kept saying how there were bugs flying all around. and as we're about to leave shes like "i know you're going to all those clubs and parties...but i just thought i'd warn you..joe has one of those thing in his bellybutton...you know...a microchip." (joe is my brother) drugs do funny things to you it was the humor of my day