March 9th, 2008

there is nothing as sinful as my back on the hood of my car. 30 degree weather, stars that blur 'cause i left my glasses inside. smoking cigarettes, i feel like you must have felt when i stomped inside. i could go for another, but i've got nine left since yesterday and i'm at the point where i told myself i'd never be. and i bet you did the same thing. but i guess, who cares now? i'm ready to face you and let my humors spill out and it'll all just be some settled horrific nightmare that no longer occurs every night. i want to leave you behind.