#mr. hide

[tommysandwich]

Give me your best evil laugh, Mr. Hide!

Normally, Tomato would say “no”, but let’s say he’s on a sugar high...

What can I say? It’s the feeling of being alive. Full of sugar, but truly alive!

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Mr. Hide

I found a beer bottle cap in my laundry basket in the basement in my hasty attempt to find socks I just flicked it onto the floor and ran out the door hopped into a car with the boy I love that keeps talking about this girl I hate   It reminded me of the time I thought I smelled pot in the garage you told me it had been a dead mouse not to tell Mom, she might get overwhelmed I didn't want her to get overwhelmed, did I? When she asks me how much you've had to drink tonight I feel uncomfortable saying so, uncomfortable going back into the reaches of my mind and counting three beers two glasses of wine and who knows how much more? 

I saw the Vodka in the garage fridge. We have never had Vodka in the house before now. It makes me feel dirty. 

I remember the time in my freshman year of high school when I was dealing with anxiety far from home, surrounded by strangers crying in bathroom stalls and guidance councilor offices alike you brought me to see a horror movie one friday night and on our way home we stopped to see another

  I'm afraid to lose who you were that night.