Bad Intentions

Normally he just wants into her pants, but not me. Instead, I want into her heart. Although, maybe that's scarier?

Living on the Ebb

Right now? Let me think:

I'm nothing.

Remorseless and plastered on copacetic attitudes.

I don't love, I don't hate, I just don't feel...So how am I suppose to write?

Maybe this is just a symptom of my transient syndrom. Well, I move in tomorrow, I guess I'll find out.