I mean it from the bottom of my [HEART].

I just want to spin. In that kind of way that makes you dizzy. Dizzy in a way that makes you crazy. Crazy in a way that makes you happy. Happy in a way that makes you love. Love in a way that makes everything okay. Everything okay. Everything. Okay?

September 4 th She’s beautiful. Look at her. Are you looking at her? Well, why the fuck not Larry? That bitch is going to be my future ex-wife. She’s perfect for the job, don’t you think? The face, the body, the way that every time she notices me staring at her she quickly looks the other way. Imagine the possibilities. September 13 th Larry, stop spouting bullshit. Of course she knows who I am. We have 3 classes together. She has no choice. She’s just playing that good ol’ hard-to-get. That’s okay, though. Because I’m going to walk right up to her at the end of class and give her my phone number. Sometimes you just have to man up on these hoes to let them know what’s what. September 14 th Okay, so I chickened out. Don’t laugh, Larry! I’m just trying to give her some time to get ready for all this greatness. Plus, I have to figure out exactly what I want to say to her. I can’t mess it up by saying something weird and having her never want to speak to me again. September 17 th Ay, yo

In the movies you kiss someone and its always magic. And it's all bombs. And fireworks. And stars that light up the sky. And babies are born. In real life you kiss someone and its rarely magic. And its bad breath. And saliva. And groping. And all you want to do is run away. All I want to do in this moment is run far, far away. This is horrible. This is more than horrible. This is everything NOT good in the world. I.e.: Dead animals, roast beef, Slipknot. This is.... bad breath, saliva, groping plus all of the aforementioned rolled all up into one package of boy lips and oral cavities. How does one person even manage to get all of that in there? It's been about 2 minutes of me looking at the bar scenery and him going 'Mmm, baby you taste so good bla bla bla,' and I'm really hoping that he's planning on coming up for air soon. Or maybe to rehydrate, seeing as all of his body's moisture has left him through his mouth and onto my face. Luckily for me, he does ne

I was eleven when the hospital called to tell us that Momma had died. Eleven and a half when Papa started drinking. Twelve when I realized that I could no longer sleep. Thirteen when Papa found out that he loved me too much. Fourteen when I found out that his love was, indeed, too much. Seventeen when I finally ran away. One night Papa came home from a long night at work with his partners Jack Daniels and Jameson Irish in the bar around the corner and he came into my room and he held me close and crawled into my sheets and I blocked out everything because I had gotten so good at blocking it out and then he was done and he told me he loved me and it would all be better in the morning and I heard him go downstairs and start snoring from the couch and I thought about what he said and and and It would all be better in the morning. I got out the suitcase that Momma had gotten me for Christmas that one year that we decided to go caroling in the streets and bring our neighbors Christmas cook

He rode in from the darkness, on his glorious steed. He kisses me so fast that I don’t even know it was there. He calls me mean names, pulls my hair, pushes me to the ground. .i’m in love.