I guess you go for nothing if you really want to go that far

Headaches are the worst.

“What’s the matter Mary Jane, had a hard day”

because we didn’t like the same music or the same movies, our perfection was doomed. You seemed to think the answers to life were hidden in moments of passionate violence, and I thought they were just behind the close-ups, in her eyes.

I had a dream that I was looking at my yearbook. I was looking at the glossy surface, and then I cracked it open. I wanted to read all the memories and promises people had written, but just looking at the handwriting made my eyes fill up, so I quickly flipped through to some pages of strangers, and then right to the end.

I didn’t want to read something you meant.

(I really did love you then, I just don’t anymore.)

Lets fuck and fuck each other’s brains out, but not look each other in the eyes.

                                                                    (I’ve heard you’ve got beautiful eyes,

 but I don’t think that I should see them)

We’re probably better off.

Headaches thump like heavy heartbeats. I’ll just stay sitting still.

Stop apologizing.

(you don’t have any beauty left, but at least you’ve still got the vanity)

There’s an awful lot of ugly people out there.

Rumble Fish, Rumble Fish, I wish you hadn’t laughed at Rumble Fish. You just don’t understand Rusty James the way I do. You just don’t understand Motorcycle boy the way I do.

I’m playing those lyrics on repeat.

I become a different person when I’m angry (angerpassionlustlovehate). That person don’t have a lot of control.
‘...Women are calculated...’

Maybe that’s true or maybe that isn’t, but I bet I’m a lot more calculated than you think I am. 

Tell me the difference between ‘that girl’, and ‘a girl’.