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It’s weird that you’re haunting my dreams

Because I’m the one who’s dead to you.

I miss you

This girl is following me on twitter. She has no idea what to except.

This is me in the car, every Thursday, on the way to the bar.

This is me in the car, every Thursday, on the way to the bar.

I brought back my Twitter

So I guess it’s only fair if I bring back my Tumblr too.

I’m not feeling well tonight.

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking these past few days. Mainly these past few hours. And I sat down a lone with a bunch of beers. I’ve done a lot of stupid shit in my life. I’ve spent the night in jail. I’ve over dosed on drugs. I’ve cheated death. But I don’t regret any of that… There’s only one thing I regret. And that was choosing to say goodbye to her, two years ago.

I laughed when I first read this. Then cried when I opened my next beer.

I laughed when I first read this. Then cried when I opened my next beer.