Whoa dude what’s going on here our vibrations are so fucked up right now. I cannnnnot staaaannnnddd it and I would’ve posted this as a Facebook note considering that’s the only site I have the patience to frequent anymore aside from 4chan but /adv/ will call me a whore and /b/ will demand tits. Also Facebook notes are pure attentionwhoring. I no longer own a computer and irrelevant as it may be, this Tumblr app is kinda like, not as dope as I thought it’d be. But this shit just sucks, man, I remember when it was just like You got off work and picked me up We’d smoke on the way to your house You’d hold my hand all awkwardstatus in your car We’d get to your house and play smash bros for like 3 hours straight Eat. Fuck. Smoke. Sleep. Then you’d call in sick and we’d just go chill at the park all day. We would literally lay there all day while you tried to teach me how to play the didgeridoo. And when the feds would creep on us, I had to lie about so you wouldn’t get arrested for being a pedobear. Remember that time we did mushrooms, yeah and you got all super cereal and said you loved me? That was a dope weekend, yeah man. But it was like the peak of our relationship, cause then we got into hella ground-rules and shit, it could’ve easily been understood if left unspoken. We both already knew we wanted emotional and physical freedom, unless you were trolling the fuck out of me with some reverse psychology shit. But it wouldn’t be logical, you’re too old for me to legally date and I’m not skinny enough for your absurd standards. So fuck it let’s just be druggiesexpals who love each other. But, oh no. Nonono, it’s not allowed to be that simple the universe has turned against us. Before, we were so in sync with each other’s vibrations we were almost the same being. It was so free and so euphoric just being part of each other’s existence. Like a week after that dopetacular weekend, shit just got retarded at my place and I couldn’t stay with you, I didn’t have anywhere else to go other than my dad’s. Where I have to bullshit about your age just to see you from 10-6 on Saturdays, and even those short 8 hours aren’t enjoyable because, fuck, man, I can’t stop worrying about my dad finding out I’m high and hitting me, or kicking me out again. Or worse, finding out how old you are; you and I both know he’s too ignorant and thinks of me too much like my mother to ever let me see you if he found out. It’s terrifying thinking I could lose you, because of a situation I put myself in. It’s so depressing and you’re constantly prying at me to get me to tell you why, but I can’t. Because we’re nothing more than druggiesexpals, who, I guess, love each other.
http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000591272469
SO ITS THE FACEBOOK PAGE OF THE LITTLE BULLY CUNTÂ
TRIED TO ADD BUT HE HAS TOO MANY FRIEND REQUESTS LOL
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
