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

Shit. Shit, shit, shit, fuckgodamn. Flip the script every once in a while... otherwise, you're just fucking boring, aren't you? -------------------------- The train is dirty. The lights flicker slightly with the unreliability of florescence. On. Off. On. Off. Buzz. Its kind of dazzling in a way. One of those types of lights that can put a person in a trance if stared at for long enough periods of time. I wasn't completely there, but I was just on the verge of losing myself in the lights when I heard a sniffling. A quiet sobbing. Muttered words from the girl sitting across from me. And then my trance was gone. Now I just wanted to tell the sniveling bitch to shut the fuck up. What the hell are you complaining about? Is life that fucking hard for you? Does your daddy touch you at night? Does your mommy watch and provide the video? Is it being sold for $19.99 an episode on the internet? If not, then you really need to stop your bitching and move the fuck on with life. Lets thi...

Summer Summer romance is a whirlwind that passes just as fast as it comes. On a hot summer day on the way to buy a jug of milk I met a boy outside the supermarket. He became my first boyfriend and he was perfect. He put up with me when I was angry. He gave me hugs when I was sad. He kissed my face when I felt lonely. That summer I was blind to anyone and everyone outside of what was us. Those who vied for my attention no longer existed. Everyday people on the street ceased to be seen. My world was him and he was my world and that is exactly what made it so devastating when my world exploded and everything that I ever had and ever loved was viciously ripped away from me. In the blink of an eye. Never to be seen again. Halfway through the summer I told him I loved him. “I love you,” I said. “I’ll love you today, I’ll love you tomorrow, I’ll love you for as long as I possibly can.” That’s what I told him. I said it so I meant it. He touched my face with his hands, those hands that I loved...