I eat dinner alone most well all the time. So I came up with this little thing in my head. When I’m at the table eating dinner whoever I’m texting at that moment I pretend is sitting next to me and talking to me. So right now Kali is on my left hand side telling me about vegetables and how I shouldn’t eat potatoes which I find odd because if I’m trying to eat right shouldn’t I be stuffing my face full of something that comes from the ground? And on my right hand side Taylor is talking about shooting stars which doesn’t get me amped much because Ive always loved the ocean more than space. I’m almost done with dinner. Hope they don’t think they can stay the night.

What if you were going to die in months time. Would you tell? Or keep it a secret. I mean why tell right because then you become a fucking caldron to hold other people’s tears. And even if you’re dying who would want that I mean come on.

lie #1

Why do people lie. To make each other feel better it to avoid awkwardness or to disregard themselves from obvious facts or to make themselves bigger than they actually are inside of thier heads or to make sure the reputation they built stays intact or to keep there ego at bay or because they don’t want to lose the girlfriend or boyfriend they love it because of jealousy or maybe to get out of troubles way or what if its because its to skip embarrassment from knocking on thief door or to escape a piece of shit reality or its because they want to create a disillusioned life for themselves that others will believe.

1.You werent as awesome as I thought you’d be. As a matter of fact you’re kind of mean. Vapid even.

The same time I started writing like a fucking monster.

I wrote something so long the other night on the train. I didn’t post it because I didn’t want to. I saved it in drafts. But its not Here anymore.

Depression.

Mr.T’s with my boys right now.

Fuck it. I’m going gay. Where is Ryan Gosling.

Yeah