so close to dying that i can finally start living...?

the summer goes on and then dies quick without much warning, all things ordinary. will you stay near me now? don't leave this town until we've figured out. between the two of us, we're strong enough-- i feel that in your touch.

and i mean, even though i am completely fucking miserable and have been in and out of the hospital, this summer has been ridiculous so far. i don't know what is worse; the gaping open wound in my mouth or the fact that i am going completely mad.

i hate everyone. everything. everyone. everything.

i've made it a habit to stay out til atleast four am every night. on my way home i heard "punk rock girl" by the dead milkmen and laughed because (my first boyfriend put it on a mix tape for because he said it reminded him of me) my life's one big goddamn joke, and you are always the one laughing.

fuck some sluts.

this has been one of the most repulsive blogs ever.