Current mood:	contemplative
Current music:	le tigre..!

somethin' i found..
though some of ya may have already seen this.. I found it while cleaning out some old undergrad papers...

Smoke from his cigarettes glazes my eyeballs, stinging, drawing light to the fact that i never wanted to end up here anyway.
A quick glance around the room shows others, countless numbers,too cool to look like caring, or too unintelligent to look anything but cool.
I keep telling myself i wont get stuck again, this is the last time.
But i'll come back.
Those 2 am phonecalls aren't for intelligent conversation anyway.
They leave me feeling numb, as blank faced as the rest.
Trying to find some dream I'll will never capture. This search only results in tightening a noose around my neck. COnstricting air ways make it harder to breathe, though i breathe easier when i smell his scent.
of cigarettes and moral death.

Odd how someone can have such a negative impact on another's life... blah. Life's too short to be weighed down by people that just fuck you over... here's to something new and positive! I hope no one ever has to plod on through anything like an old, stagnant, suffocating relationship.. hopefully we've all outgrown dependence.