2008-03-20 - 2:17 a.m.
What is it burns you? Not burns blackens, burns cooks the difference between science expiriment and food. I can watch ninety year old men mutilate and fuck dead pigs and laugh till it hurts. I still miss her. I can acheive everything, fulfill every potential, they still say, more fish in the sea.
I know what you mean. I might say the same thing to someone hurting, but rightnow, there're no fish. Only the memory of the best I ever had.
1. the mental capacity or faculty of retaining and reviving facts, events, impressions, etc., or of recalling or recognizing previous experiences.
I went to a counselor. supposed brain help. she wanted me to tap on my eyebrows and chant about deeply loving and respecting myself. I don't fucking need a religion, I don't fucking need respect, I fucking need her in my arms at night and that is what kills. That is what rips every good thing out from underneath me. I tried to be okay, I pretended I could be okay. I let her go where she can't come back.
They say if you love something let it free. They say a secret's not worth keeping. Sitting bruised and awake on a wednesday, I don't know what to think.
make that thursday. fuck you.
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