she calls caterwauling drunk...im chasing pavements...

My ex called drunk off her ass. Saying she's sorry and she loves me and she knows she fucked up everything. She wants to be my anything as long as she's not nothing to me.

She did really fuck everything up. But she's not a fuck up. I am so in love with her its not even good for me. She cut me down deep but i cant stop feeling for her.

Even if she is dating the backstabbing hoe that used to be my friend. I hate how insane i am rite now. I just can't keep giving. Giving in.



It's getting to be obvious that I'm on a an adele rampage on utube.

I can't help it. She feels me. She gets me. It's true though it sounds crazy to some. Or most. Whatever.



I just hope everything will turn out well...I'm here. I got everyones back...but who has mine?

I hope this doesn't fuck me up more. Maybe i need to learn when to give up. :-/

But its not in me to give up on anything. Except the brown paper sculpture i threw away upstate. It was obvious that i wouldn't finish it the way i envisioned it.

The structure was fucked up.

I don't want this to lead nowhere.