hardly the event!

I spilled coffee on my pants and your picture is in my living room. next to a picture of my hamster with a graham cracker in his mouth. music is alive. falling away. your case is cracked and slightly shattered, though the shattered is not so much as the cracked. it's just crackled. it looks like a keychain, all dangling by 10,000 hopeless threads. oh you dislike the hate and like the false? ha. i'm sorry, again with the melodrama.

i once wrote a letter to a girl. it was meant to be a giant, "fuck you, i hope you understand that now, i'm not the idiot here!!!!" but it turned into something more. I ran into her once, but I lacked the balls to place the letter on her windshield. i wrote it, and held it in my wallet. GOD DAMNIT! i wish i would of simply put it there, without a word, when she wasn't there. she would of discovered it, and read it. what would she of done? i'll never know. Wait, it is not too late. i could do it now. that would be the epitome of hilarious. but it will never happen. after all, i forsake her. THREE TIMES. ha. she's never seen it.

gah, the coffee is kicking in. i'm regaining sanity and all of this looks like shit. I know that this isn't true deeply though. It is the truth.



TRUTH