Happy is good. [Updated]

Wouldn’t it be just ridiculous to try to go back to every person I’ve ever told a serious lie to and blow my own cover on it? [Longest sentence eveeeeeerrrrr.]

For some odd reason, I think it’d be fantastic.
Having that much less crap associated with me.
Even though…you know. It’d be more for my own peace of mind.

I also think it’d be pretty cool to stand on top of some huge building.
Maybe a parking structure or something.
I bet watching people from up there would be pretty amazing.
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This is kind of just because.
I don’t think I’d normally post something so ordinary. I kind of feel like it, though.
I just want to make a note of it to myself.

I spent the night on my girlfriend’s couch yesterday kind of by accident.
I woke up this morning to a dog’s breath on my face.
Her mom made us breakfast.
We spent the morning playing with/taking care of the cat.
She drove me home a little while ago.
I realized how comfortable I am with having her in my house.
I keep realizing how comfortable I am with her.
I like how I don’t have to say “I love you” every day for her to know I mean it.

I dunno. Simple things.
And I just got out of the shower, and I’m all clean and warm and satisfied sitting here in my bed.

I just realized that I’m happy right now. That’s all.
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xD I like how this is not happy sounding.

 

He says “I clean my body with violence now.”
Said nothing else really quite does it anymore
Rage is the only thing to use when your insides flood
“Soap is chemical too, but blood feels better between my fingers.”

ReadyWilling&Able

You’ve got your pockets filled with pointy objects
Glass, metal, and plastic
And you smile like a shy child when I ask why they’re there

You take your hat off and look away
And as you turn your neck, your shirt moves to reveal a spike collar with the studs turned in.
Pressed tight against your flesh
Scratching away at something that used to be whole
Unique, even.

And your feet.
Your socks are stuffed with cockleburs, and your ankles are visibly bleeding

Again, I ask you why.

And it doesn’t take long for me to notice what’s happening
Once your eyes rest uncertainly on mine
Not really willing to give me a vocal answer

It’s funny,
I never pegged you for slave material.