Apr 15, 2013
I like it when we talk, bitching about our anxieties all that shit that scares us mutually, it helps me feel sane sometimes stuff slips through my teeth, lack of flesh in between fuck, it’s lame how intensely I tend to filter what I say to keep from sounding like a total pussy and other times how I don’t seem to care at all, it probably has something to do with how much time it’s taken for me to realize that a conversation can’t all be pathetically masculine laughs and clever lines falling asleep in the carpool lane, passenger seat.
I feel fine.
