I’m not drunk yet, but we haven’t
spoken in months now
and I wanted to tell you that
someone threw a bouquet of roses
in the trash bin on the corner of my
street, and I wanted to cry
you know exactly why.
And, I guess I’m calling because
only you understand
how that would break my heart.
(ok but really i don’t know how to be an “adult” and have adult responsibilities such as owning a car and a credit card and having a job and i definitely can’t emotionally settle down with not only a person but the concept or idea of adulthood and this is really scaring me i have to keep telling myself i still have two years left to be a “teen” or whatever but what makes this that much more scary is the fact that i haven’t felt like a teen or done any teeny-bop things since i was 12 maybe 13. what do i do with myself where do i go in life will someone be able to hold my hand all the way through?)
what am i if not a pile of lipstick and freckles and ripply thighs