Late Night Poet

Early morning
Phone rings
Cat’s dead

He was
The biggest
But he was
My asshole

I am merely a reflection
of the love you give me
And the joy we share


So depressed about being depressed at a party that I went to cry in the bathroom.

(Source: sirneave)


In case you didn’t know…. I also have a personal blog. crackshot20

I’m so lame

Apparently my mom’s blood clotting disorder is hereditary and I am getting checked this Thursday.

And ever since I got the news I swear I can feel my thick blood and all the clots in my legs……

Basically I am the type of person that if you talk about feels I will feel itchy.