We're all fucked

month

May 2010

i have successfully stollen one of brendons flannels to sleep in. not a plaid shirt, not a squared pattern button-up tee, but a legit manly man cheap warm fabric flannel. i can now succesfully do the things i couldn’t before. like chop down trees, grow a beard, have an axe, wear suspenders over my awkwardly high blue jeans, and even so much as own an oversized blue ox. and if you haven’t noticed...

i guess you know it’s real when someone is flirty with your boo and you think “who the fuck is this bitch” and prep for knocking their teeth in

Joel: I can’t see anything that I don’t like about you. Clementine: But you will, you know, you will think of things and I’ll get bored with you and feel trapped…because that’s what happens with me. Joel: Okay. Clementine: …Okay.

Stupid: i want one of those toilets that washes your butt Me: they make toilets that wash your butt? Stupid: yeah it’s like a..swirly..like..instead of using toilet paper..it washes your butt

Me: just text her, you’re beating around the bush Me: you need to just cut the bush Stupid: no i like my bush

i think you’re numbing me the hell out with all this rollercoaster shit

i’m going to keep whining my face off until i pass out so i’m going to hot glue my eyelids down or go to sleep or something

staring at these walls until my eyes peel the neutral colors right out of this room that i guess isn’t quite your domain anymore. do you know what it’s like to feel like a toy car is lodged in your throat? all the promises i knew i could never honestly ask you to keep, but i feel that i’m at fault for the fact that i might have shrugged off my own promises i meant to keep to...

And hey, don’t feel bad. No one can ever take away the boardwalk trips or the subways. I think we grew up past the hang-ups and the evil stares, the fuck you too’s and I don’t care’s. We would lie there in my bed, do you remember all those nights we never slept? No clothes, sweaty, doing all the things I never thought I’d do, and I did them with you. Hey, I guess I’ll figure it out,...

Sometimes, people really do feel like they don't...

i’m sitting here alone with Ed in front of the tv for the second night in a row. in the last twenty four hours i’ve watched derailed, taking lives, hide and seek, coyote ugly (twice), premonition, the butterfly effect one AND two, and definitely maybe so many times that i’m pretty sure i may have resited a few of ryan reynolds’ lines in between tosses and turns on the couch...

don’t ever let this go

I LOOOVE FEELING LIKE YOU COULD GIVE A FUCK LESS

it would be cool to get through one night without choking up. i don’t get why i’m so upset lately. well, i mean i have an idea or two. i just feel so, idk, hollow and just alone and it just fucking smacked me out of nowhere. i wish i just felt the same as i ever did

you know what, i'm going to break your knee caps

one statement. ONE STATEMENT, a couple words, a dumb emoticon and i feel a shitload better. this is why i know that you’re sorta okay once in a while.

Me: i want to set fire to everyone Brendon: I dont get what your beef is, you have someone that would wipe your ass if you asked them to, what more exactly do you want you slave driver Me: i don’t think kristine would wipe me if i asked Brendon: Thats awesome I was referring to myself

it smells like dog throw-up

i’m not happy. i’m exhausted and lodged into this dark shitty hollow crack in the earth. i’m missing something and i need to get it back. my own happiness has always been contingent upon another human being. yeah cool, pathetic, i know. i need to change that. i need to learn to give a few shits less if i want to keep my head above water when this ends. it was different before i...

hey kudos to you if you do truly do trust me because you know what, you fucking should. this is probably the only thing i give a shit about, and the only thing i would never just give up on after a while. whenever you feel yourself starting to drift into worrying, bash your head against the nearest solid object and get the fuck over it, i am in this for the rest of my life whether you believe it...

i feel very empty. or maybe i’m just too full with shitty emotions. i feel very..alone in this. i’m in this box with no sound and everyone’s talking at me from the outside. i know what they want, i can feel what they’re saying. no one can hear me out though, no one’s looking at it all the way i have to. this isn’t another rant about how much i hate everyone, i...

i sincerely apologize if i just harassed you and made you feel like a morbidly obese half retarded bitch, sorry to piss on your parade but you’re no better than the whales you run your mouth about

Tonight i have the strangest feeling Searched for...

Can we pretend that airplanes in the - HOW ABOUT...

this saying goodbye and missing the shit out of you feeling is getting so MOTHER FUCKING EXCRUCIATING

school sucks and today sucks and you ALL fucking suck. no exceptions you’re all retarded today -rant rant rant- kill yourselves

something funny i’ve noticed, and you are going to find this just as awkward and questionable as i do, but for some god given reason really obnoxious, degrading rap songs make my feelings for you stronger. the end.

i am so MOTHER FUCKING IN LOVE WITH MY WONDERFUL PERFECT AMAZING GIRLFRIEND SHIT

i wonder if they know what it’s like, everyone who isn’t us. to feel that agonizing bullshit torment of missing a person, or the rages of happy that come at a constant rate, or the stomach in your throat feeling when the thought of losing them occurs. this is going to be one of those long useless annoying mushy smelly intoxicated kind of things. i’m always warm and fuzzy when...

i can’t say today was the best i’ve ever been through with you, but i can tell you i’m the happiest and most appreciative of our relationship at this moment as i’ll ever be. this should be like any other entry where i inform you of just how much i feel for you, but i think i’m the one who’s enlightened right now. i had no idea how tremendous my feelings for you...

wahhh wah waaaaaahhhhhh i’m wacked out of my fucking mind and can’t keep a story straight because i’m a manipulative nut case this is EXACTLY why i have isolated myself from everyone with a mouth, every time you open it you say something that should get all of you punched in the fucking throat.

and another thing

what exactly do you mean by wanting to meet someone with a mature mind and everyone else just being dumb? YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT MATURE IS. you are LITERALLY an idiot.

i make your life hell? I’M an immature cunt? before i start, don’t try to fucking tell me that little comment wasn’t about me because i know it was. how do i know? because i know how the fuck your tiny third grade mind works and i know that you wouldn’t know what taking responsibility was if it walked up to you and knocked your fucking teeth in. tell me, please, how am i...

“i thought someone was trying to crawl out of his ass”

you are a fucking

i’m fallin’ more iiiiiin looooove with...

i think you’re pitiful and awkward and i feel sorry for you. but no one can see you the way that i do because no one knows you well enough to see right through you the way that i always will. i know you from your insides to your out, i know the way the gears in your mind rotate, i’m the only one who sees how you front like you’re intelligent or insightful when in all reality, you...