i saw as much as i could about my famed san gabriel valley and as i half-lay here contemplating another cigarette....that balcony....and another song i've never been able to hear without crying (duh dudes, i'm numb right now this song means nothing but sound), and a room to myself, i want to write it all down. i haven't been a writer in ages but i've always carried the mission as a documenter, because well, no shit, it's been forever. i'm so. so. so fucking far away. i know people but i'd say i've a way to go before whatever happens doesn't bother me. shrug . . . i'm 26. could be worse. dude. i forgot it was monday. my toe is caught in the company bag. i remember my first day - you know who i called? my friend that i worked with. apologized. said "hey look, i just, a, i just broke up with ian and i wanted someone to call because i think this is going to mean a lot..." a year and four fucking months later i don't get it. i'm in la. what. it's really pretty. i can't take pictures fast enough, and i definitely can't take them accurate enough.
i want to do right by you i'm finding out that cheating gets it faster
i'm going out i don't care if you're angry
hmmm. nice song.
