drowning for your thirst.

My cousins exboyfriend in like 9th grade goes to college with me and sells the best bud in town. I think he had a weird obsession with her, even though they only dated in like I9th grade. He’s a freak dude, I’m scared of him kinda
Anyway, I was on DXM that night trippin nuts, my friend was studying for his chemistry final and he was like ‘you cant stay here.’ So David (cousins creepy ex) gives me a call and asks if I wanna go to Denver to import a couple of ounces of medical weed with him. I guess since I’m a girl it’d look less suspicious??? idk. I was like hell yeah, I need a trip out west, fucking sick of the south east and shit.
The way there i was trippin nuts so it was all cool, when i got there we like stayed in a grow house the people were kinda lame, just pretty much obsessed with weed, they were alright tho, I didn’t get very negative vibes or anything. He was just really creepy weird though, seriously drugs messed up this dudes head. I mean I know people who do way way way more drugs then him and aren’t fucking creepster and shit. So, anyway, I just got stoned as fuck and chilled and shit, went out to the mountans and took lovely walks alone. Anyway, way back he falls asleep on the wheel in bumfuck Missuri, I get stuck in a hospital for the night then this minister took me to the bus station and i went to atl from there. My ex picked me up, we’re back together now i guess. I really do love him, i always have if you hadn’t seen the past few posts. We’re just perfect together he makes me so happy. Hopefully he won’t fuck up again, but i don’t think he will. I think we have it this time.

so i do still love you.

I was dressed for success
But success it never comes
And I’m the only one who laughs
At your jokes when they are so bad
And your jokes are always bad
But they’re not as bad as this
Come join us in a prayer
We’ll be waiting, waiting where
Everything’s ending here
And all the sterile striking it
Defends an empty dock you cast away
And rain upon your forehead
Where the mist’s for hire if it’s
Just too clear
Let’s spend our last
Quarter stance randomly
Go down to the outlet once again
Painted portrait of minions and slaves
Crotch mavens and one night plays
Are they the only ones who laugh
At the jokes when they are so bad
And the jokes are always bad
But they’re not as bad as this
Come join us in a prayer
We’ll be waiting, waiting where
Everything’s ending here
And all the spanish candles
Unsold have gone away to this
And a “run-on piece of mount on”
Trembles, shivers runs down the freeway
I guess she spent her last quarter randomly
I guess a guess is the best I’ll do
I’ll do, last guess
Last time, last time is the best time

I LOVE MARY ELISE BYELICK.