We'd have our own subway car in the middle of the night

I like the typos and i don't mind you showing up.

Right before this blows up in my face i will salvage what i have left to say and think and feel -- Wait.
Everything just got so bad!! No, Not really. Im dramatic and conflicted by nature and i gotta stop complaining when everything goes my way. Im spoiled, and Selfish and problematic. The after effects of everything bad that ever happen are lingering and i think i just hate when im bored. Habit. I had become good at bottling -- No, just kidding, I am a open book. A funny tradegy. More funny, Sad in the funny way, the "Why the fuck do you think you have it so rough?" kinda way. Im having a revelation. It's about fucking time. Im feeeeling, Morally grey.. Frequently found in a coffee shop with greasy hair and yesterdays make up. A hang over. A number higher. Fast food diet. Pack a day. 3 hours of sleep. Im sure if i stopped this unhealthy life and stopped blaming all my mistakes on my age i would stop hating you(me)

On a side note...
"And at the end of your low you pin my shoulders against the mattress arching your frame with your stomach pushed outwar your head titling back with your mouth partially open The sounds slur and elevate slowly in volume When you wake up with your family gathered around Remember that our love was true And I will not allow you to destroy yourself"