what is the obsession with living in the past and being the center of attention? lately i’ve been hiding any motivation to be scene or play games tagging everything but her face in a little black book because it just got so fucking old and boring. i don’t miss those places i’m pretending i can’t get into without any form of identification and to be perfectly honest i simply haven’t wanted to see you face to her face in your sick and twisted little face off. i can’t be in those situations any more because i am the queen of drama and i never think before i say the things i mean. you never said you were sorry. you never cared about anything other than making whatever was currently on your arm better in a for worse way. no refunds no exchanges. i can’t take back anything i’ve chosen and i will never be the one afraid to fail. devil vs devil. winner takes angel.

maybe i just wasn’t cut out for a mini van and a white picket fence for curb appeal. when i go to the suburbs i like to take off my knee highs and walk baby steps with my bare feet on fresh cut green grass. i know all these couples who are devoted to one another like my parents. they grew up across the street from each other then after they graduated they eloped and got married in rome. i’ve heard of great love stories but all the tragedies i know of will forever out way any tall tale.

life’s not fair.