I suck at ‘talking’ to guys.

and it feels good. though i am moody, i feel awesome. though shit is happening around me, i am awesome, i dont care, but i do. i just feel love, but its just here. i wish i could get rid of everybodies problems and just burn them. write them down on paper, burn them  away, and watch the ashes fly away. and just feel the warmth of the fire, radiate upon us. just hold each other, and have no worries in the world. nothing

nothing.

I just want to lay in bed, and have someone hug me and tell me everything will be fine.

Where is my effexor family? Tell me your stories being on this?

I drive out to country roads park and just gaze alone. ill just sit there above my car and get lost. i project myself up there, lost in thought. everything is just so insignificant while i’m there.

it’s cold.

i’m brought back down to earth by the coyotes cackles.

i look up once more in tears; i capture the heavens. i take my glasses off, and all i see are giant dancing orbs. I reach out to them. I pretend I am a conductor. i can hear the trees applaud, as the wind passes through them.

i put my glasses back on, shivering, and i decide to go home. 

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From bar hopping, almost knocking a guy out, to dancing, drinking, smoking, and friends. I apologise to my friends. Vodka makes me angry, but i love it so much.