| that i work with and have a flirting romance with michael scott.
real life parallels to awesome characters.
fuck yeah the office for the win :]
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| one would imagine after dating for 2 weeks and ending it that one would be sooooo torn up and unable to remain friends. along with that your little friends being cunts and talking shit for something that wasn't that big? hmmmm. kind of fucking retarded and annoying. it's like i dont even care about whatever we had because of that shit. that they are taking it so far out of hand that when we shared company it was awesome. sorry for being young and wanting to date. not like i want to get fucking married right now.
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| although i may hide it well, i'm equally as depressed as i was before.
TPS here i come. i'll be arresting people and watching cameras at target.
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| play me something like
here comes the sun.
been hitting the gym and major diet changes. no mo soda. my work khakis fit looser and the thighs of my jeans are baggy.
weight loss sucks when you're poor and can't afford new clothes after all the effort
oh well i need to save for school and my bills.
i question my own motives to man up to my own health.
btdub
what it once was and all that ever is
i'll drink up and look at the stars
my hands in the air waiting
waiting to finally be caught
between the bars
will you keep those thoughts
outta my head?
i'm already somebody's baby
you're somebody's baby
and yet i still crawl back into your bed
when i'm bored i send vibrations
in your direction
i'm not suicidal i just can't get out of bed.
i can hear you fucking through the wall
heard you fuck when i'm bored
i'm sick you're tired let's dance
as though it were easy for you to leave me
hold it
i could be passive gracefully
i can feel you most when i'm alone
stare up at the ceiling, flashback of a feeling
tonight your ghost will ask my ghost
"who put these bodies between us?"
a cathartic lyrical mashup of the songs stuck in my head
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| kind of...
break downs lessen but still do occur once a month :\
flowebomb by viktor rolf
rain by marc jacobs<3
i lose myself in excessive designer clothing and scents.
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