I'm so happy this stupid excuse to party holiday is finally over. My night was lame. I managed a ride from my cousin to Michele and Aaron's party. Where I found myself drinking glass after glass of rum with no effect. Everyone there was just more lame than usual. I was constantly rubbing a bracelet in my pocket for confidence and happier thoughts. I left the party after an hour. The walk home was 1and a half hours, fucking sucks. The best part was i saved a Burrito in my pocket from home and brought it to the party. I found sol ice walking down railroad tracks, like it brought back good memory's of hopping trains and traveling. All i could think about was you, walking home, how i wanted to call you, tell you how i feel, how i needed someone to understand. My arm is covered in maker with notes to tell you. My palm reads.
Sex
Alone
Escape
0 reasons Halloween
I don't remember what this stuff meant. I had a conversation with you in my head for an hour then when i had the chance to talk to you. i couldn't think of anything to say, it didn't matter any way you didn't answer your phone. The best part about the walk and there was nothing good about it was walking by the old insane asylum. It always reminds me of Jack Nicholson. I guess the best part of Halloween was having a little sister that went trick or treating. Cause when i got back home i ate candy till i got a stomach ache. But really.
I hate Halloween.
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