Category Archives: Lies

Big-ole


It’s becoming impossible to tell how I feel. It’s even more impossible to keep trying to care to discover how I feel. The line between real shit and manufactured shit is disintegrating. You like that? That’s my fancy way of … Continue reading

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He has nice eyes and he’s tall


I hope he doesn’t suck. I won’t fuck him tonight. I hope he’s not as cute as he is in his photos. I am not going to fuck him tonight. Maybe I won’t like him at all. Hopefully I can … Continue reading

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Backsliding


I wish my smoking buddy G was here. She’d listen to me whine about HOW FUCKING UNFAIR YOU ARE BEING and then we’d laugh about what a dumbass I am. Yeah, he’s alive. Just ignoring me. I think I had … Continue reading

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Progress


So every baby I see I want to take and every couple I see I wish boiling hot oil would fall from the sky and hurt them badly. These aren’t good feelings. So…umm. Got a new therapist though, first appointment … Continue reading

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Well the happy thoughts


Did nothing. He reminds me of Dr. Venture but since he’s not speaking to me 1) can’t tell him that and 2) I doubt he watches the Venture Bros anyway. Because he is not funny. He’s Bazooka Joe funny, unintentionally … Continue reading

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I hope (if I wake… you know the rest)


That I wake up in the morning with only the *good* before and after people still in my memories and life. Nothing else. Nothing of me but what I am to them. And I guess that would just leave no … Continue reading

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Trying like hell


To stop myself from thinking about her and the (billion trillion) things I could have (should have) done differently and how nothing that has happened in the last four months (yesterday, was it four months or four years ago or … Continue reading

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