we did a lot of cocaine tonight.
And we didn’t touch each other once. Except for a touch on the arm when we laughed at each others bad jokes.
You kept trying to get me to put out. But i kept telling you about this one kid i cant get out of my head. I could tell you were jealous but i couldnt stop myself. The truth tumbled from my lips and it felt so good to admit it.
You are not what i want anymore. I have never wanted anyone since i met him. I feel like a better person just from knowing him. Every time i look at you i think about how i feel around him.
I feel like i’m faking it with you.
Tonight was fun- drugs always are.
but you…. eh
I have not written actual words on here in a relatively long time. I’ve been immersed in this verb called living. The chaos swallowed me whole and i’m not sure i’m looking for any type of escape. Well, unless it comes in the form of a line or toke or trip.