i hate how some of the right words fall off of my tongue and fingertips all wrong. maybe someday you'll know what you did to me. trust me, when broken is easily fixed, you tend to keep your guard up.
-ricky
R.I.P. Coach Emmanuel.
You were more than just a coach, you were a friend.
sometimes i look back at the things i write and just want to throw it away. its like when it gets kind of bad the words just fall off my tongue and fingertips. but when it's at it's worst- its just contrite and cliche. not that any of this matters. but when posts are disappearing it's just me realizing i am being overdramatic. we're looking in mirrors and laughing cause we're in on it (princess of the scene, makeout queens).
-ricky
p.s.
when you went, i forgot everything about you...
feeling wierd as of late has got me a little down. it's a feeling that is for the most part undescribable. something like those last days of summer, when the person you love leaves the room, like holding your breathe when you know you need to breathe. it's something strange and you just have to grit your teeth and deal with it but i feel it before every word/lie that comes out of my mouth. maybe this is all because i miss you. you've fooled the world but you can't fool me/yourself. happy endings don't really happen in a world like this. and all these memories, we can't believe them. we were faking it. attention is the only thing we were striving for. i know i'm full of shit when i say this but - i'mbetteroffwithoutyou.
cause you aint got nobody and i aint got nobody either- so lets be alone together.
-ricky
p.s.
i remember the look in your eyes.
just off of rodd field rd.
take this to your grave and i'll take it to mine
