i've been sleeping with ghosts.
and no, they are not of my own, nor are they of my taste.
so why is it still in my mouth?
hm. i'm letting go of the old days, but then again yesterdays are old days. and i love my yesterdays hahah
"you live and you learn."
unfortunately i learn from mistakes, but all that means is that i'm not easily dissuaded or intimidated.
but i'm the first one to admit that in the face of fear, i'll hide under any truth
you and your men must muster to keep women like me from such flusters. but seconds after my mind will wander, possibly research the internet, which in turn causes me to forget my grief only because youtube has caught my eye like a fish seized by a reef.
i'd give anyone my jacket, my shirt, my shoes, my tooth brush(yes my toothbrush), my food, et cetera et cetera. yesss even my boyfriend's ex lovers and possible future suitors. blahhh.
goodnight.
