Late Night Conversations
Do you have that one friend who has the guts to tell you the cold, hard truth? I do. We were talking last night. The conversation was so fun at first. Talking like we used to when everything was perfect. Then as the time passed and we went deeper into the night, the words began to shift from happy jokes to lectures about everything that I’m doing wrong. Everyone always gives me lectures on what I’m doing wrong. But this guy. This guys gets deep into my fucking mind and his words become engraved on the little heart I have left.
Wow I haven’t been on here in such a long time. I’m trying to finish my story so that I can get it off my chest but I can’t seem to find the correct words to describe the anger and hatred I have for this world. I honestly wish I was like those girls who are really pretty and smart. Wow. Don’t we all. Many times I feel like crap. But today, it’s beyond that. I feel like going out and doing something crazy, or staying home and crying my eyes out, or screaming out all my feelings as I break everything I own and slit my wrists while I drink whiskey and pills, or running away to a rainy place and reading a good book as I drink coffee and light a cigarette. See? My whole mind is just a huge mess. I think that the worst part is, I’m here writing all my feelings to some website where no one will probably read them. But it’s not like I have friends to talk to.
"That’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool"