logicaAramada

I dont want to talk to you. I dont want to see your face. I dont want to "bump into you on the street". I dont want to think of you. I dont want to remember the things I did. My spine goes numb with every friendly touch. I just want you gone. Away. Forever already. The forever circling chain of my memories, I want to tear them apart. Link. by. link. Amnesia would be my morphine. Numbness my vibrant shining light at the end Of this dark tunnel. I thought it was finally over. I thought I could emerge from the fog of my social graveyard. Start anew. Being a ghost was horrible. I watched. And when I tried to show m

 I have Ideas. A lot of ideas. Its just, I've decided its best to never act on them again. You see, it all happened the night I got drunk for the first time ever. I never thought that vodka could burn and taste good at the same time, but to me, it did. So, at this party, while I was drunk I decided to go to my friend Ralph. I've known him since forever, well not forever, but it seems like that, plus, he's the only person I've ever told my secrets to. Not because I knew he'd keep his mouth shut, but because he had a way of not freaking out when I told him something. Like my dad does. I hate that man. I mean that too. Ever since my mom passed a