put up or shut up.

it’s like this. i don’t want you. i just want someone to talk to while i fall asleep. 
maybe when we are back in the city together i would like you to come over and play music while i nap. you can nap as well. we can get high together. trip together. you can even talk to other girls. i don’t care. i know you’ll get sick of me. i’d get sick of me. so let’s rush past everything. fuck everything up. hey we are young right? 

i wish i could tell you that i want to kiss you & listen to incubus with you. but instead i’ll just awkwardly tell you your art is great. i’m too lame for this.

i think i will be so much happier.
once no one knows my location. i’m not telling anyone when i get back. i’m not telling anyone if i go to florida when i’ll be back.

i just want to disappear for awhile. 

When I go back to school my mom is sending me with food. All I can think about is how much food there will be and it’s making my stomach hurt.