A SUMMER AT HOME.

Do you really think you’re the one in control? After we finish playing cat and mouse, it’s got me by the throat. Breaking down into a million little pieces.

Let me have my James Frey moment.

You look like I need a vacation. I’ve been living out of the same suitcase from April 31st, and I am only worth my weight in weed and film. And if you can believe it, Oct 1st I get the keys from the place I ran away from.

God is having a hayday with this one.

But, I’m sorta laughing too.

I want to come out of this unscathed.

You can be the first one I haven’t lied to.

Yet.

I’m sick of disarming this bomb too.

I didn’t know I needed someone to talk to.

I’m lying to you already.

I knew I needed someone to talk to.

These secrets didn’t feel that heavy.

I’m not sure we can even call this character development anymore.

I exist outside of 3-6am, if you were wondering.

More than an empty mall parking lot on a summer night. 

Feels like I’m not in the room when we talk.

Maybe you’re not choking hard enough, and maybe I need to take off my sheep clothes.

You still owe me a threesome.

You know, what’s his face.

You know his name.

This Eat Pray Fuck of a year has my head in.

Eating till my stomach aches.

Fucking till the condom breaks.

This binge isn’t over till I hate myself.