Friday, May 28, 2004
i know, i'm a huge disappointment
nothing could have ever stopped me.
everything else just slows it down, it makes this kaleidoscope of harsh words and last breaths blur into crystal monotony, slow motion. it it it makes it easier to swallow, but harder to escape. you can tell me i'll regret it, you can tell me DON'T CALL ANYBODY, i can erase numbers and try to forget them, but it only pauses the inevitable.
your voicemail. and yes, i left a goddamn message.
i am so masochistic. i could puke.
heyitsbri iwasjustcallingtoseehowyouwereandstuff becausewehaventtalkedforawhile youcancallmebackifyouwantto bye.
bye.
it's okay. memorial day and alcohol and being drunk and dancing without pants on and materialism and running, running so long and the lull of summer that echoes so days are years and nights are days and shadows.
mistakes are hard to undo.
everything else just slows it down, it makes this kaleidoscope of harsh words and last breaths blur into crystal monotony, slow motion. it it it makes it easier to swallow, but harder to escape. you can tell me i'll regret it, you can tell me DON'T CALL ANYBODY, i can erase numbers and try to forget them, but it only pauses the inevitable.
your voicemail. and yes, i left a goddamn message.
i am so masochistic. i could puke.
heyitsbri iwasjustcallingtoseehowyouwereandstuff becausewehaventtalkedforawhile youcancallmebackifyouwantto bye.
bye.
it's okay. memorial day and alcohol and being drunk and dancing without pants on and materialism and running, running so long and the lull of summer that echoes so days are years and nights are days and shadows.
mistakes are hard to undo.
