Fell Good Drag.

for now, lets just say that today is a bad day.

your lips.
your lies.
your lust.

and just to say i'm having what we call the "feel good drag"
this, my dear, is when you think everything is good untill it all comes down on you.
maybe i should have dyed my hair black instead of bronze.
that way i would be able to impress you,
because i know i'll never be anything but your second best friend.
and that's what sucks about our relationship.
everything sucks.
my boyfriend thinks your weird.
yours doesn't like me that much anyway,
and to tell the truth, neither of us give a fuck about it.
we're still friends.
right?

today is one of those days,
where you feel sick to your stomach,
not because you have food poisioning,
but because you're thinking.
like taking time.
setting aside.
negetives.

today is one of those days,
where you just want to sit in the darkest corner of your room,
and cut the impurities out of your life.
you do this by slicing your writs in every direction.

today is one of those days,
where you feel inspired.
you set your mind to doing something,
but almost instantly,
it's gone.
goodbye inspiration.

today is just one of those days.

i hate it how you sat,
"if you love me, you'll do this"

it makes me feel like shit.
fucking shit.

your lips.
your lies.
your lust.

today is one of those days,
where you just want to sit around with the person you're in love with,
and do "nothing"
you want to sit with them for old times sake.
but you can't, because your parents are home,
and you suck at sneaking people into your house.

today is one of those days,
where you sit in bed,
cradling your type writer,
crying and wishing you could come up with something good to write.
but you know you'll always be stuck with livejournal.
which isn't so bad,
except,
where is that going to get you anywhere in life.
where the hell are you supposed to send your stories anyway.

today is one of those days,
when early in the morning,
you take all of your notebooks,
and stand on the top of your roof.
when the wind hits,
you tear out each page of your notebook,
and let it go,
maybe it will find someone who really cares about it.
this is why i sign my stories "Unknown".
i don't deserve your attention.
i'm not that good a writer anyway.

today is one of those days,
where you feel like you have the devil in your hands.
and all of the sin in the world,
is resting right in front of you,
waiting for you to send it off,
and do work.
i'd like to send it all to you.
because i'll always be your second best friend.

but whatever.
it doesn't really matter.

i'd like to suffer my feel good drag with you.
but you're not here.

i love you.
<3