...by mother nature, that green-eyed slut

"did you know there are people in the world
annoyed with all the other people in the world
and of all these angry people in the world
i am the angriest boy"

two weeks, one day
psyched

there are only a few people I would like to drink with in this whole world
and I think you are probably one of them
there is a list that I keep posted on my wall
of all of the people I love
you are there
I never see you
but that does not mean I do not want to

there are only a few people I would like to sleep with in this whole world
and I know you are one of them

I feel really silly most of the time. I feel like the things I think and the things I feel are not important because everyone thinks and feels them, but maybe everyone does not. I am nervous all the time. I cannot help it. My palms sweat and my heart flutters around like a canary in a cage way too small. Well every cage is way too small for a bird because birds should have the whole world, but this canary does not. Canary is really cliche, but I am no bird expert; I kind of wish I was some kind of bird expert. Sometimes I want to tell you the things I think about you, but I am too scared so I do not. I wonder if there are things you do not tell me because you are too scared. Then I feel silly again for thinking that you are too scared to tell me things you think about me. Full circle.

soon is never soon enough

it is as if there was once a boat made of all the things i loved