private lives

A Wednesday that feels like a Friday and I'm hun n n n gry.

Many roads I wish I had never started down.

Did I want to have my teenaged ideal squashed like the moldy orange that he apparently is all over my once-twinkling eyes today? I'm sure you're as swell a person as I am but who can possibly look appealing under the harsh glare of the all-revealing limelight? It's not desinged to make you look nice it's designed to make you look filleted. I remember sitting in the van eating chocolate ice cream with peanut butter in it. Can I have that memory back please? Can I put that one on top? Can I make that memory your profile picture and leave the rest hidden? Let's be de-friends so I can only see that ice cream. Please.

I'm out of control of everything. Do other people feel this out of control? Control is a tough nut.