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okay, i was right. i seriously do
not exactly as if i can write what i want to on here.
i always feeel like somebodys waaaatchiiin meeee
tell me is it just a dream?
woah-oh-oh....not really, and apologies for the funk/motown outburst.
but, yet again, i am undecided.perhaps it is the fact that it is:
sweets versus whiskey
and weezer versus brahms
and computers versus cameras
and blue versus black
and making 'love' versus making out.
against a door.
what am i thinking?! i dont know, ask him. ask him. he won't know. neither will he.
oh gosh, i am acting like this to keep myself for crying.
now i am crying because i just realised that.
ive been listening to the blood brothers alot more. they are really good.
looking at a skeletal tree with tiny knuckles and the sun is painful but i carry on staring. i am wondering if i'll ever be able to move from this spot.
i'm never going to make a decision, but just know that i am going to drink whiskey.
over and out.
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