Today is quiet in my town.

Everyone that hurts you is as significant as you allow them to be. Every dream they crush will be as big as the next. Every scar they leave behind will remind you of every waking minute before that very last one. Every faltering moment you stop to al…low someone to mean something to you, will eventually destroy you.

Sky juice.

His eyes gazed into the vast darkness of the night sky, studying it’s grace intently. Every time he peered closer, the sky seemed a little lower, as if gazing right back into his eyes, studying his loneliness in a similar fashion, almost mockingly, if you may.

A concert of flickering stars dressed the cimmerian shade, harmonizing an ode to it’s solemn admirer. Fragile trees with tops dimmed to a murky shade of brown were planted neatly across the horizon, framing the boy’s view to a symmetrical perfection. Nary a single cloud, the colossal spectacle—stretched across what he could only imagine to be boundless oceans and foreign soil—would have easily elicited a breath-holding awe on any other night, but not tonight.

Tonight, it was an exemplary stage set for his broken heart, tired of catching up with his haunted past.

You’ve come a long way.

From obscurity,
into my world,
impregnating my memories with those of yours,
trespassing every inch of my heart,
only to turn your back on it,
traipsing away with intentions so cruel,
leaving behind only muddy footprints;
a giant gaping hole;
a box of regrets I dare not open;
second chances you don’t want;
loneliness you have yet to comprehend;
misery you will never live through
and a speckle of dust,
for all intent and purposes,
to mock my tired soul.

Just saying.

I don’t think there’s anything sadder than watching two middle-aged men attempting to play what it seems to be a hybrid of basketball and linedancing with rap music playing in the background.

“To love is to be vulnerable.”

PES E – Where dreams go to die.

Today I tried to make new friends in the army and the first guy I spoke to felt that it was his duty to inform me that he’s “mentally unstable” five minutes into the conversation. Subsequently I went around starting every conversation with “so what’s wrong with you?” I have so far befriended 2 retards, a guy who stutters and one with a hole in his heart.

Today is also the day I knew my next 2 years in army is going to suck shit.

I will survive.

There is something about the prospect of throwing 2 years of my life into the military for minimum wage to deal with maximum bullshit that makes me so… fucking… horny.

That, and the fact that I haven’t had sex in weeks.

In other news, I’m going into army tomorrow. Yucks.

Judging me, judging you.

Meow.

It’s not everyday that you get to wake up to a stale, musty room smelling of dried up wine stains, cigarettes and regret.

This is me, bathing in my morning after glory.

Boys will be boys, and that’s what you are.

I had to hang up the phone on F. It was getting a little bit too unbearable to listen to, and not even in the sad, whiny way—it was just disgusting.

I was a bottle of wine down, my sobriety was questionable, my eyes were sore from the glare and I was halfway through sending a really long text message which could be easily summarized down to ‘fuck you, you genital wart’ when this thought just came rolling up my mind.

How the fuck—in which alternate universe exactly and what shitfaced drug was I on—did I fall for this completely self-centered assturd?

You’re quite the piece of work, F. I have to give that to you.

Everything I say to you, you’re so quick to file it under the ‘Drama’ folder you don’t even try to process it. You immediately just draw out the ‘I’m too occupied with my life problems to deal with this right now’ folder and fling it my way.

Boy oh boy, do I have news for you. You know how you always see on charity TV shows the AIDS-ridden, starving third world country children jumping around one another screaming in some foreign language?

Well sweetie, that’s them telling you to suck it.