my dismal attitude is still there, although the downcast of my emotions hit it's peak yesterday. today i am deranged and infuriated. not by the fact that i am alone, which is my preference, but at way the irking wind blew against my sleeve on my way to class this morning.
i despise the contented souls who have never fantasized about death and it's properties.
Do you remember the time I came to your show and watched you play for the first time?
You moved so rhythmically and you seemed so happy. I couldn't stop smiling at the way your fingers strummed the guitar so smoothly, or the way you jumped up and down when the chorus started.
Do you remember the time you came to that party and we got wasted on that liquor that tasted horrible?
It was beautiful how you didn't care about the taste. You drank so much that it dripped down your chin and onto your shirt. You took it off and left it on our bench, and i slept with it the entire night.
Do you remember the time my mom saw us walking together?
She pulled over and asked us if we needed a ride. It was so beautiful how you danced along with us to that ****** music that I know you hate so much. I loved that day more than anything. That was the day that I realized I loved you.
Do you remember the night you told me about her?
You said that she came to your house. You told me that you got high with her, and about how you were scared when your neighbor came over and threatened you. I hated the way you laughed. I know you only laugh when you are genuinely happy. Does she make you happy? Is she what you want? Do you love her like I love you?