OH GOD HERE COMES SOME SECRET HONESTY:

i HONESTLY miss the things i began to hate in north carolina.

i HONESTLY feel perfect in every way.

i HONESTLY love the weather darling.

i HONESTLY hate what i have been writing lately.

i HONESTLY NEED A DICK IN MY VAGINA AT THIS MOMENT AND I NEED TO GET FUCKED UP OUT OF MY HEAD SO I CAN BE WHO I ONCE WAS BUT I WAS ALWAYS SUBLIMeLY HAPPY NOW LOOK AT ME OH IM A MESS OF A MESS OF A MESS I AM PERFECT.

drag.

points: i miss sex with mr. mean. i miss sucking off mr. clean. i miss the parking lot with mr. areyoushyornot. i miss vomiting on all the mr. imsocooliminabands. i miss humping mr. butimyourson. i miss kissing miss cometomyworkandmakemesmile. (OH GOD I REMEMBER THAT DAY IN THE TATTOO SHOP BATHROOM) but i had so much sex to do all the time. no wonder i was never anyone's baby. the girl on the piercing table... late at night behind a friend's house with the boy in the rain on drugs... on a walk in the alley and the train was going just as fast as we were... in the car with whip its... on the floor, in the beds... the showers... the fucking outdoor ampitheatre stage with mr. iconstantlycheatonmygirlfriendandstart fightsatparties. at the park, on the grass, in ex-lovers' houses, out of spite, out of incest, out of release, out of hormonal imbalance... at the cat's cradle bathroom, at the go! bathroom, at the king's backstage, ALL OVER the jackpot, the cup a joe bathroom, on sidewalks, the damn motel 6, a pool, my parents' bed, a playground, other peoples' cars,

woah woah waoh. celibate for months now.

gross.