Impromptu song dedicated and solely made for THE Cory Longmire’s 18th birthday. Happy birthday, Cory. I’m glad you’re not 15 anymore.
Aye, yo, Dylan. I'm Really Happy for You and All....
It didn’t creep upon my foot prints in the dirt trail I followed to my favorite spot overlooking my city, fallen from grace. Deliver a letter to the mailbox where we stood for countless hours until you were too tired to drive away. Text me a picture of the shreds I would pile into in the wastebasket of this year. There was a line and I walked it as if I were paid by the circus to do so. ...
Last Year I Wasn't Glued
Stuck on my sofa. All I ever see is the glare of my reflection from the T.V. And that would be fine, just fine as a matter of fact, if I couldn’t stop missing everything that is out of my control. Because I’ve crawled into a shell, and it fit perfectly at first. I’ve stayed in the shell for too long. My mind stayed the same size whilst my body grew. Now I’m stuck...
Monday Night Ask Away.
Ask me whatever you want. However you want. I will answer honestly. I feel like a teenage girl. Fuck it.
I Fucking Hate
having Mondays and Tuesdays off of work. There’s never anything to do or anyone who wants to hang out. And masturbating is starting to get really fucking old.